She was 20, no job, left school without any qualifications and drifts about day to day. Her mum and dad split up when she was small and her mother has...a different bloke on a regular basis, she drinks to blot out her shit life.As she spoke I looked at her, she had dark hair down to her shoulders, she was wearing grey trakkie bottoms, white dirty shoes, a pinkish zipped up hoodie and as she sat a little chub hung over her waistband. We sat there talking for around ten minutes, as she swigged from. I said that sounded great and then I was off to the shower. I wanted to get clean and get any of Marvin’s odor off of me before Dan got too close.As I undressed I thought about Marvin pulling up my dress and then pulling down my tights and panties. As I was cleaning myself in the shower I thought about Marvin’s hands touching and feeling me. And as I bent over to dry off my legs and feet I thought about Marvin fucking me from behind like a bitch.When I came out of the bathroom and into our. “That was absolutely fucking awesome!” I watched him take a deep breath and then he picked up the camera again and began frantically snapping pictures of the white blobs all over my toes. He pointed the camera at my face and I held my hand up in front of my face. “Don’t even think about it, Luv.” I said sternly from under my hat. “My feet are one thing but not the face.” I smiled and looked up as he dropped the camera back to his chest. “OK, I’m sorry,” He said quickly. “Could I get your. That's just a reality I "choose" to live with. I hope you enjoy reading these true stories from my childhood they are the memories I will never forget. On with: In the sandbox - Part III got home from school the next day all excited to see Ronald again. As I waited for him to come down the street, in his Convere All Star Sneakers and jeans, I could see him in my mind smiling as I replayed the events that led up to our friendship yesterday. I thought to myelf:"I wonder if I am .