One kid in California had a self-esteem issue, thanks to a shitty father figure, and we arranged for him to mentor a special needs kid in his school. ...hat was enough to move him from 8.9 to 9.2. You, on the other hand, had empathy problems because of your stunted growth so we fixed that, and you have not only overcome those issues, you have substantially improved your scores in other areas. What happened today, while not planned, moved your score up again.”“Wait, again? You mean it went up. I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again. At least, if I did it again, I would still use a condom. But the lure was too strong. I needed to do something dirty, to get fucked in the dirtiest, most anonymous way possible, with a stranger whose business with me was entirely sex.A few nights ago, I got a message from a guy that I’d fucked with once, several years ago, before my boyfriend and I got serious. My boyfriend wasn’t in town, and the guy asked me if I wanted to hang out. I remembered how. She would drive to the pharmacy, get morning after pills, clean her self more, try to cover sex smells she tried to wash off with more perfume and come in at 4 AM. I was sitting at the kitchen table, glaring at her. "Where have you been bitch?" Charlotte got defensive, "you cant talk to me like that, you have no right" "I said, the k**s are asleep, I don't want to wake Jaimie and her baby, I asked you to be home by midnight, you buy new thongs and matching bra and a tight fitting dress. I couldn’t see what was playing from where I stood, but as their sliding door was half open and their curtains were wide open nothing else was left to my imagination. I motioned for you to come over and so you tiptoed up beside me and gazed over to where a girl that couldn’t have been much out of her teens was getting banged by a young stud missionary style. I slowly pushed our door open further so that we could see and hear better “fuck me harder, ahh” and “I’m gonna fuck you all night” and so.