Why me?
I’m sure her thoughts are filled with something better than my own, or is this a mercy f**k?
Am I being punked?
I can just see it now, TV cameras suddenly appearing and some director yelling. “CUT.”
The MTV set howling at home.
Nope, it’s just real.
Anyhoooo, my body lays there as a line of white powder, one that a breath of wind could scatter. Her eyes haven’t left my body yet, and I am positive that I have just seen a tear fall down her cheeks. I want to weep, seeing it. I don’t. Not just yet anyways.
Oh my gosh.
Her overalls free fall down her muscled bod, puddle around her bare feet. I gasp and cringe and gasp again seeing her nude, exposed.
OMG, her mound, is laser beamed, like mine and is beautiful.
Black, curved, jagged keloid scars, winding snakes of something hor
