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It's something to provoke an escape from the prisons we build perhaps. I flop into my lop-sided lazy boy and boot my computer up. I check my cell and note that Sarah hasn't called back. I miss that woman. My feminine side bleeds when she's not around. I need her to be close. I need to feed on that wonderful energy she wields. It's interesting that at the same time I'm thinking this girl completes me, I think she's also destroying me bit by bit. I guess I love the predator in her, just wish she wasn't so good at it. I can picture her almost perfectly in my head right now. Thos jeans with that suggestive rip in the ass. Surely she realizes people will glance at the opening and see her underwear. She says it's because she's poor. I say she likes the attention. She deserves it. In any case, those are my favorite pants.