Κάποια μέρα ψάχνωντας κάτι άσχετο στο σπίτι βρήκα ενα τεράστιο πούτσο απο σιλικόν...� στην ντουλάπα της θετής μου μαμάς.Τον έπιασα είχε ωραία αίσθησητον χάϊδεψα κ τον έγλειψα.Τι καύλα.Πήρα μια κυλότα κ την φόρεσα.Μόνος στο σπίτι με την κυλότα κ την πούτσα πήγα στο δωμάτιο μουκ αρχισα να μαλακίζομαι.Ενιωθα πολύ όμορφα μα ήθελα κάτι ακόμα.Πήγα πάλι στην ντουλάπα κ ντύθηκα κοπελλίτσα.Ετρεμα απο καύλα.Εχυσα 2 φορές κ έβαλα την πούτσα κ τα ρούχα στη θέση τους.Το βράδυ ήρθε ο φίλος της μαμάς για φαγητό. I'll guard the tent while you're gone," he smiled at his own poor joke. When she came back he took her hand."Lormia, before you stitch up the skin, take half of the black powder from the black bottle. Sprinkle it throughout the wound even on the cut skin. Then quickly stitch the skin." If I'm not in what for me is my normal mind," he smiled. "Be careful. I could strike out at you at any time. You should have more than enough time to stitch the skin before the powder takes affect but better to. I paused before passing them and studied Compton and the redhead while pretending to examine the label on a box of cereal.They moved on, to the frozen foods section, with Compton guided her forward by placing a hand on the small of her back. She was about five feet, four inches tall, with one of those teenage asses that grown men would die for. Her thighs were kind of thick, i.e. the chubby comment earlier, and her hair was cut in a long bob, parted on the side, and curled inward as it reached. The walls were no longer blank, but they held some posters of bands he liked; metal bands of course. And only tasteful ones that looked elegant or Gothic. He kept the sleek minimalist motif for the apartment, shades of gray and black, steel and such for colors, and he actually opened the enormous wall-window’s drapes so the light of the night city lit his place. He was adulting.“Coming int-t-to your own,” she said as she sat down on his couch.“Been an interesting time, yeah. Trying to grow up,.