I couldn't look more like a hooker if I tried.
And no I don't wear shoes this high. Sickening.. I got an ugly feeling when he said they. "NO, don't do that.. don't make me ... do anyone else. Please.. Jason, PLEASE!"
I started to cry again and my eyes sting. He can't really be serious.
But ... all this.. facade? Was it merely because of his wounded pride?
"What about your whores? Huh, Jason? Why condemn me for my lousy lovers when you've had so many?"
He looked at me and his slap was quick and hard. He'd never struck me before - not once.. unless you count the caning.
"Don't do this please.. please?"
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