Dabbing my mouth with a napkin I resumed my conversation."So, what's your name?" I asked, indicating Valerie. She replied quite cheerfully, (as she wo...ld since I was in there with her, giving her the benefit of a flood of feelings that this was a man with whom she could be perfectly straight.) "I'm Valerie Kingston, this is my best friend Amy Robertson."Amy looked a bit taken aback to be included in this conversation. Valerie was usually much more careful about who she spoke to and this guy was. Hating myself, wanting to be like the popular girls, the pretty ones and knowing they boys would one day know, know what I needed and they start raping me, I'd be blowing lines of men and boys, playing the whore. Fearing I'd be molested and fearing more I wouldn't be. Then Samantha told me her solution, it works she is free now, free to love you, free of fear and free of the threat. If I am your slave Daddy, I am free, freer then other girls". And Nora was crying, tears rolling down her. Whatwould her daddy think?”The band was playing The Temptations’ “My Girl” asMalcolm took Miriam into his strong black arms. He wasdancing very close to her. It had occurred to me justthen that “My Girl” was a popular song at my own highschool prom. Many girls were made into a woman thatnight after dancing to “My Girl.” My own dick twitchedin my pants as I watched Miriam dance close to theblack man. Maybe she would be made into a real. Television no longer stimulates people, preferring instead to simply keep them distracted from thinking too hard about the slow decline of the human species. The few places on the internet with any semblance of intelligence (chyoa.com ;) ) grow more rare with each passing day. The world as a whole was growing closer to being the world of a certain movie; extremely low IQs, no food, etc. I couldn't let that happen, but I'm getting ahead of myself.You see... Oh wait. I'm sorry. I forgot to.