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I know you all hate me because I have some clothing that is somewhat unique. I’m just too classy for Most of you. I own unique things. People notice them. I've been complimented on it several times. I purchased a corduroy jacket. Classy. I purchased a jean jacket. Classy. I'm wearing a cardigan I got several years ago. Classy. I wear leather pants and a maroon tank top, lacey, and my hair is curly and sectioned.
I fucked Dr Bricker in the basement of his little bakery and corner store at the end of the street. He was brilliant, he spoke languages. I fell asleep at night thinking about kissing him, or of him holding me close. Never of sex, really - but but now I know that he was just being careful. He was the cutest little red-head. I assumed that I repulsed him, which may be true, but when he fucked me from behind, long hair was flying all over the place, I think he was terrified but he didn’t want to break my young, tender heart -- so, he was very polite, he says, “would you come?”if that was possible, to love someone without touching or ever having touched a man or boy, then I loved him as much as I could have. I suppose my role may be Concubine B3, but I don't know. He said he'll call me when he returns.
Do you remember me telling you about him? I’m sure that you do because when I did, you became jealous and told me to get out of your house, and it was all the same -- I begged you, and I pleaded, and eventually, you decided to let me stay. You ignored me, though -- but more about that later. I’m getting ahead of myself. Last night, I thought about Alan the old, dirty, pompous man on whom I had a crush for like oh -- eleven years? Alan, and that poor young girl. had been very depressed. He eventually got remarried to another beautiful women who had two children from a previous marriage.
I'm not going to be around for Thanksgiving, but don't worry the nightmares have already started. Last night I dreamed that there was a hurricane off the coast of Aruba... I will miss you guys, while laying on this beach. or winsurfing. or at one of these bars: Bob Retards, Stepandfetchit’s (whites only) or some other crazy bar. Um. yeah. black with some brown hair in it!
I fucked Dr Bricker in the basement of his little bakery and corner store at the end of the street. He was brilliant, he spoke languages. I fell asleep at night thinking about kissing him, or of him holding me close. Never of sex, really - but but now I know that he was just being careful. He was the cutest little red-head. I assumed that I repulsed him, which may be true, but when he fucked me from behind, long hair was flying all over the place, I think he was terrified but he didn’t want to break my young, tender heart -- so, he was very polite, he says, “would you come?”if that was possible, to love someone without touching or ever having touched a man or boy, then I loved him as much as I could have. I suppose my role may be Concubine B3, but I don't know. He said he'll call me when he returns.
Do you remember me telling you about him? I’m sure that you do because when I did, you became jealous and told me to get out of your house, and it was all the same -- I begged you, and I pleaded, and eventually, you decided to let me stay. You ignored me, though -- but more about that later. I’m getting ahead of myself. Last night, I thought about Alan the old, dirty, pompous man on whom I had a crush for like oh -- eleven years? Alan, and that poor young girl. had been very depressed. He eventually got remarried to another beautiful women who had two children from a previous marriage.
I'm not going to be around for Thanksgiving, but don't worry the nightmares have already started. Last night I dreamed that there was a hurricane off the coast of Aruba... I will miss you guys, while laying on this beach. or winsurfing. or at one of these bars: Bob Retards, Stepandfetchit’s (whites only) or some other crazy bar. Um. yeah. black with some brown hair in it!