Stacy wanted this guy named David who was a twenty-one year old student. He bragged about how good he was in bed and how big his dick was. "Ironic tha... she'd pick a guy with a big dick after she said I shouldn't," Olivia thought as she set him aside for the moment. No, Olivia liked this other guy named Aaron, he was twenty-eight and was a doctor. His photo sadly, was of him clothed so she'd be going into this blind, not knowing what he was like "down there", but then again how the hell would. I would be neuter if I could, which is not this clitoridectomy, no respect, nor given out like palms before Easter, forgiveness for death. My infant nurses or some mouth, like Maria did, blindfolded, tied, foot to hand and bound with another woman, named Lilith, no not a bird but Tony’s older twin, and then on screen names flood a carefully kept chart. Assembled at last (or reassembled) I cannot travel beyond some primitive direction. There I see it. High School. Health Class. A chart. " I bet that will die down again once the novelty wears off. Still, it's nice to hear of an independent business doing well. So, are you going to be naked for tomorrow's soccer game?" Almost, I get to wear cleats and an athletic cup, for safety and stuff." If you're not going to be wearing a shirt, how can they tell what team you're on?" Dunno, guess they'll just have to remember the naked guy is playing for Clymer." What happens if there's a program participant on the other team?" We're. I look up slowly and I see a black blindfold draped over your little finger, held out to me at chest level. You are smiling slightly waiting for me to acknowledge you. It takes several seconds for me to process what I am seeing and then I look at you, I smile and nod. Your smile widens and you say, "Give me 25 minutes!" and you are gone. 25 minutes, 1500 seconds, I busy myself cleaning the kitchen; I wander around picking up random items, moving them around. I look at the clock again. I am.