For me love making is not about having one’s body but when both of them match intellectually. Intelligence and maturity are something which I always...respect and expect people to respect. My resemblance is subjective so that every one of you can relate to this story by imagining yourself at my place. I am an admirer of Sigmund Freud and believe in his ‘oedipus complex’ hypothesis. This story is completely fictional. However, fantasy does not have its boundaries. This is my first attempt; I hope. What we deserved." I suppose," I said carefully, not wanting to upset him. "But why do you ask?" If I don't upset you... if I don't disgust you, then what's so different about Heather?" he asked pointedly."I... I don't know," I shrugged."What has she done that's so wrong?" he asked quietly. "I know what she did, and how it upset you, but... haven't I done far worse, and you still talk with me... still respect me?"I nodded. I knew he was right, and wanted to tell him so."Sure. But... I thought. Even at that young age, I loved the butt and the butt hole. We all have one. Yet, everyone's a bit different. Little did I know how much pleasure could come from it. Now, up to this point, I was very comfortable with my body. We all looked pretty much the same from what I had found so far, but, an unintentional lesson in school made me more aware of my differences, even within my own sex. It was about the time we started 5th grade in school when we were told that we had to wear special. When it was quiet again, they left gradually, drawn back to the lights far down the street. She wrote that down as well.While she waited for dawn, she worked on a sort of diary Eckert had ordered her to keep. In it she wrote down all the details she could remember about what she'd seen the zombies do. How they acted when they weren't actively chasing someone, what they reacted to, everything. She'd already written down all the details she could on the gang, not what Josito had done to her, but.