“It's hard to explain why I'm here. Why I had to come.” “I'm all ears. I'd like to know why you think you had to come here without at least lett...ng me know.” “Yeah, sorry about that.” Allison shrugged again.“I'll try to explain.” “ Good,” Jason said and lit the flame under the tea pot. “Well, you know I broke up with my boyfriend, I wrote you that, but what you don’t know is it was because of you.” “Me!” Jason's eyes widened. “What do you mean it was because of me? What did I have to do with. Her response was to blink in confusion, hoping the fluttering of her eyelids would jar her head into understanding. It didn't help, the pizza delivery guy still stood there, bored in front of her, waiting for payment. She looked down into the 20 dollar bill in her hand, trying to grasp how she miscalculated; a 20 dollar bill. Her last 20 dollar bill. Her Eyes sheepishly met his, but all she could think to say is “uhhhh...”. Her face mirrored the sentiment. Her head. His preference was to use my mouth at his toilet most of the time however he often like to use either one or both of my filthy fuck holes for his needs as well. Many a time He has woken me from my sleep at 3 AM and ordered me to position myself in the bath tub with my legs spread and both my fuck holes gaping so he may chose which one he would like to use for both his piss and his shit. I would lie in the bath tub in anticipation with my stretched fuck holes gaping open for him until he would. It’s your duty to help someone in distress. Please!”“Oh man!” he said, “It’s just like a bitch to want to run her own life, and I’m actually all for equal rights and all that. But the minute she’s in a bind, then everyone else _owes_ her their blood, sweat, and tears! Well, bullshit!”He stood and started to walk away.“Hey!” I shouted, “Where are you going? You can’t leave me here!”From several paces away, he turned. “Listen bitch. If you want my help, it has to be by _mutual_ consent. Do you.