I couldnt tell how much time had passed, but I found myself getting absorbed in the fictional works of my father. Setting the novella back on its shel..., I bristled, trying to forget that part of my life and move on. I could barely remember the man anyway, but reading his lifes work could wither down my resolve. I really had to stop doing that. He had been the reason I became absorbed in written language, in English. I was too attention deficit to become a great writer like my father had been,. It was too good to stop. I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop.And so the following weekend when it was time for us to hang out again, I put on another slutty outfit - a super tight, slitted royal blue mini skirt and a white bralette (Outfit 2). I paired these with a white thong and peach coloured heels. I purposely wore a skirt that would ride up and show off my tiny thong when I sat or bent. When we got to his friend's house, I was much more confident and incredibly turned on by the fact that my. I rolled onto my back next to her. I reached over her and grabbed the pack of cigarettes off of my desk. She was breathing heavily, her face still buried in the pillow. I put my arm under her and pulled her close, rolling her onto her side in the process and kissed her quickly on the lips. "fuck that was amazing" I whispered to her, breathing almost as heavily as she was. "Oh it was good for you too? Good." She answered back, i lit two cigarettes and put one in her mouth, rolling onto my back,. He said that as much as he was willing to risk death in rescuing me he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he knew he had brought disgraced upon his family. As much as I wanted to tell the world what a bunch of cannibals they were over there I decided to remain silent. How could I hurt the man who had saved me from such a terrible fate?After getting out of the hospital I lazed around my apartment trying to find that old spark, but something was gone. That terrible adventure had taken.