I'm thinking about YOU right now, whoever you are. I'm going to take my hands off the keyboard and rub off again... See why I can never share my feeli...gs with people? ‘Cause that’s the kind of thing I think about. I ignore things everybody else pays attention to, I notice things you’re not supposed to think about, and I'm obsessed with things you're WAY not supposed to think about. For example, one thing I notice when I go to the bathroom is that my ass hole is permanently stretched now. When I. As I headed home with the light starting to fade I started to walk through the large park that was between my house and the pub, I walked along the couple of paths that I normally take and these take you past the bandstand and toilet, as I was walking towards the bandstand I could make out 2 people near the toilets, as I got closer I could see that they were embracing and kissing, I just thought it was a couple having a sneaky smooch by the bandstand, but as I got closer I seen it was the gay. The boy groaned and then screamed in agony as I stepped over to him and brought my foot down on the broken arm.The boy started crying and sputtering in Russian.I understood him and snarled out, "Get up now or I'll slit you from belly to throat and let the animals have you." Please, don't kill me. I don't want to die!" he cried out and grabbed my leg sobbing as he clutched me.With disgust on my face, I lowered the shotgun and pressed it against the boy's left ear, "Let go of me you piece of. "Yes." Her voice wasn't any stronger."If you don't want to be with me, I'll understand," said Roger painfully."No!" she blurted, and then blushed. "I mean... it's fine."Now he did look at her. "Why is this so hard?" he asked."I don't know," she said softly."There has to be a reason," he said. "We're both adults. We both teach. This should be easy." I know," she agreed. "But it's not." Why?" he asked."I don't KNOW!" she barked, looking uncomfortable."I think I do," he said.She turned to look at.