Status: The chapters in this story are suppost to be short so don't complain that they aren't "proper chapters"
Loverman
Her
Love. I don't believe in that part of our story. It's only a story. That's all there is to it. I can't be blamed for being alive; I have no wish to hurt anyone. No one can blame me. I am be absolutely realistic. I'm not asking for anything he cannot give me.
None of this is necessarily serious. I want to explain this to my sister. I would like to warn of the trouble that she's causing for herself. Her head burried in the sand. A sanctimonious little old women at the age of twenty-five. I've never once summoned the courage to tell her that her husband played footsie with me last Christamas, at our parents place, nor did I tell I didn't resist. To make me lower my eyes it takes a good hard cock.
I only did what he wanted.
Never will I accept that there is anything wrong in doing something good for yourself. There is only good.
None of this is necessarily serious. I want to explain this to my sister. I would like to warn of the trouble that she's causing for herself. Her head burried in the sand. A sanctimonious little old women at the age of twenty-five. I've never once summoned the courage to tell her that her husband played footsie with me last Christamas, at our parents place, nor did I tell I didn't resist. To make me lower my eyes it takes a good hard cock.
I only did what he wanted.
Never will I accept that there is anything wrong in doing something good for yourself. There is only good.
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