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Sorry screwed it up this morning
The girl is pretty, blond, dark tan, large qwide blue eyes, Californian, a T-shirt with my name on it, faded tight cutoff jeans. Her lips ar red, shiny, and she puts the magazine down as I slowly move toward her, almost tripping over a used dildo the Roger calls the Enabler. She stares back, nervously, but the way she gets off the bed, slowly backward, seems to calculated and when she finally hits the wall and stands there breathing hard and I reach forher, I have to put my hands around her neck, softly at first, then tightening the grip, and she shuts her eyes and I bring her towards me and then slam her head against the wall which doesn;t seem to faze her and this worries me until she opens her eyes and grins and in one swift movement lifts her hands, the fingernails long and sharp and pink, a rips a two-hundred-dollar t-shirt down the front, scratching my chest. I bunch my fist and hit her hard. She claws at my face. I push her down on the florr and she's spitting at me, plugging my mouth with her fingers, squeling.
The girl is pretty, blond, dark tan, large qwide blue eyes, Californian, a T-shirt with my name on it, faded tight cutoff jeans. Her lips ar red, shiny, and she puts the magazine down as I slowly move toward her, almost tripping over a used dildo the Roger calls the Enabler. She stares back, nervously, but the way she gets off the bed, slowly backward, seems to calculated and when she finally hits the wall and stands there breathing hard and I reach forher, I have to put my hands around her neck, softly at first, then tightening the grip, and she shuts her eyes and I bring her towards me and then slam her head against the wall which doesn;t seem to faze her and this worries me until she opens her eyes and grins and in one swift movement lifts her hands, the fingernails long and sharp and pink, a rips a two-hundred-dollar t-shirt down the front, scratching my chest. I bunch my fist and hit her hard. She claws at my face. I push her down on the florr and she's spitting at me, plugging my mouth with her fingers, squeling.
