And then asked me to first you should have dressing over your injuries. I said ok. And she taked me to a nearyby clinic and i hav dressing. Then she a...ked my name. I replied Virginboy(fake name). Then i asked her name she said(virgin girl). Then she asked was it not paining? I reply, i was trying to impress you. She gave me mixed expression of smile&anger. and said hunh. Why? Me-i found u good looking. She-what? Me-i mean, you look pretty and cute. She-ok. Me-and cute and sexy. She gave a. Mr. Critic. Oh, wicked Mr. Critic!Every time Tammy posted a new story, sure enough Mr. Critic would criticize it."Your spelling is atrocious," Mr. Critic would write, in his oh-so-proper way, "and you seem to have no grasp of conventional grammar, without the saving grace of true experiment. The plot is miniscule, the characters the thinnest cardboard, and the ending completely implausible. You can do better."Tammy felt just awful whenever he saw what Mr. Critic had written about his stories.. ”And I just fell back on my bed squeezing my eyes shut and I thought 'Fuck, what's wrong with me?'And Cait said “You okay?” and I said “No”.Then she said “You wanna meet up?” and it sounded like she was trying to talk through a lump in her throat also and that made me almost howl, and I said “Yeah”.So we agreed to meet at the coffee shop, and I was there forty minutes early and I checked the time on my phone every two minutes and every time I did I felt so stupid because it had only been two. 47 meal. He paid at the cash register and walked outside.His truck was parked on the side of the building. Larry had his truck door open when he heard yelling coming from the back of the building. “You stupid damn cunt. I’ve told ya and told ya to keep the door closed on the trash bin. Look at this damn mess where the critters got into the trash. After we close tonight I expect ya to pick all this mess up and clean the area. If it’s not shining tomorrow morning it’ll go harder on ya than it.