Chapter Two
By the time my doorbell rang the next afternoon I had everything ready. I had spent two hours writing. It was astounding the number of different quirks I had that got me excited. Some of them were very bizarre but it seemed that she wasn’t easily offended and if I could actually live out some of them.
Of course, it took much longer than two hours to write them down because each time I’d get a scene in my head I’d get so worked up I’d have to stop and take care of my tension. The result was about two ounces of c*m in my cup so far. I don’t know why I saved it all because I knew what she was going to make me do with it and the thought disgusted me.
I had taken a break from self abuse in the middle of the day and moved my stuff to the basement and then driven to the Salvation
