We all have parts of our bodies we wish looked better. we all look in the mirror at night and ask why we’re here. what’s so special, unique about ...ne man and his tattooed arm?…a girl in pink panties lying on our bedroom floor telling us her life story in deadly detail? not much. when i think about love, how people do it, give it and lose it, i am amazed at my insight. not just into the topic, but insight into myself. i am cold, even deep down. for whatever reason, i am so abrasive and. Michelle wiped cum from her face and into her mouth. “I did that.” She looked at Tom. “Sir, where can we finish cleaning up?”Tom looked at the girls as they stood up. He smiled, “Down the hall left, third door.”He started to object as they darted out the door with their dresses in their hands, but they were already gone. Somewhere he’d kicked his pants and shoes off, he sat down in his chair and seemed to contemplate putting them back on. He looked at the top of his desk and smiled, wiped. That would please her very well. I thought as I headed over to the closet, tail high up just as she liked it, careful not to trip on my chain, and glanced at the clock and sighed, Just 1 hour then opened the door. There sat a large wooden chest. I had designed it with leather and wood working just for this. It was covered with intricate designs carved into the wood of the chest with leather strips wrapping over the top and linking to intricately designed buckles on the front that held it. You’re not even the frightened young woman who tried to trap me. Now you’re just plain evil. Your ‘bitch’ persona seems to have taken over. I liked the sweet, kind, loving Becky. I hate ‘Becky the Bitch’. That sad part is, without the deceit, you might have had a chance. I never stopped loving you back then.“We made love before I left for Sweden. You pulled that stunt with the birth control pills. When I came back, guess what? Jennifer was leaving for Seattle. If we had been on good terms, even.