Suddenly hearing banjo music in the background and filled with thoughts of running away with her to West Virginia, Tennessee, or Kentucky, he just hop...d to God that she wasn’t a minor. He hoped to God that she was at least 18-years-old. Yet, not stopping there and not taking no for an answer, she gave him a determined, sexual look while unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping his jeans again. Unable to wrap his head around all that was happening so soon after having just met her, he couldn’t. She was going to lose that and she had already lost me. It was then it dawned on me, she had one thing more to lose – her lover-boy. All I had to do was make sure that she lost him and then letting her know I knew would be better, she would be all alone. I knew that she would have all her friends and they would give her some support. I made a few phone calls early next day and made an astounding discovery. The phone number belonged to a certain Chris Walker, husband of her friend Mary. This. ”“When she was lying here?” I asked, surrounded by all these beautiful flowers.He nodded.I smiled. I could feel Mom staring down at us from heaven. I glanced up at the blue sky. I hoped she was happy that I was loving Daddy in her place. That I would take care of him. He wouldn’t be sad any longer. I would make him so happy.As Daddy loomed over me, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down. I was so ready. My legs were spread wide. I was open and vulnerable. I was ready to be penetrated by my. Jesus, what's WRONG with me?! WHY do I want these things so badly? And what the literal FUCK is turning me on about the racist cliche of being an asian slave to a white master?! That is some dark mother-fucking shit. I'm not a racist! I'm a feminist! A GOOD feminist. I mean I even tweet feminist shit. Well, I retweet feminist shit...she says kneeling obediently under her white master's deskOh shut up brain.His door bangs open without warning and he strides in with the key grip. They're talking.