Don’t do something you’ll regret down the line! Sex I can’t breathe. Good choice, but I think Todd was the one that wasn’t too crazy about it. And it was always the best back then because my mom would convince his dad that he’s just acting out because I was the favorite. Fuck your comfort, fuck you, fuck your makeup, and fuck them. He doesn’t have the balls to do either of those. This completely catches me off guard. Not the other way around. So since I’m such a nice guy, I’m gonna give you a few days. Don’t do it! But you’d better be prepared to live with them for the next few weeks. You son of a bitch! But it’s not my fault. Psychology is a wonder. Once I’m done, I take a seat at my vanity set to look at myself in the mirror. I can’t breathe. Shock? I’m scared. No. Anyway, I’ve had my fill. How was I supposed to know? I glare at him and his grin gets bigger. Huh? You’re taking me to a club and paying admission.”
“Yeah, ok.
