”Bitch wrote something else down, then nodded empathetically for good measure.“Oh, come on. I have seen the way he looks at you. He still loves yo....”While Bitch started writing again, I left the kitchen. This was a private conversation I had no business to listen to, and I felt dirty that I had listened to as much as I had.Whahat I had heard gave me something to think about. Did I love the Bitch? Naah. I might have loved Rosa, but I didn’t love Bitch. The only girl I loved now was KaIt was. " Violet, kitten, my momma found me the same way I found you. Scared,hungry, and trying to take refuge in the theater. She adopted me, andmade me her kitten. She introduced me to the theater, and to dance, andI loved her for it. I promised myself and my momma's spirit that I wouldnot turn away any kittens who I found here, and who asked for my love andhelp. Judging by the way I found you here, you look like you could usesomeone to love you, care for you, and help you find purpose in life. . Once you were red & warmI pull your butt open and place my cock between your, now swollen,pussy. As I thrust into you my arm goes around your neck, pulling youback. With my other hand I pull on the chain. My blood pumps fasterseeing you struggle to control your body, maybe a little panic isstarting to set in. Now its my turn to say arhhhhhh, cum filling yourtight cunt.With a limp cock that needs time to recover I stand in front of mycanvas and wonder what to do. Some weight to those clips seems. “What’s the matter, Charlie? You don’t seem to be yourself. Is there something wrong?”“No, I guess not, I’m just thinking about tomorrow night. I’m just getting a little anxious about it, pre-fight jitters.”“Don’t you think he’s going to win?”“Well, I think he can win, but that doesn’t mean he will win. I just don’t want to get my hopes up too high. I’ve been through this before and been disappointed; you know, once burned twice shy.”“You shouldn’t let the past bother you. This is a whole new.