"So, are you thinking about what I need to do in order to show you that I'm not an angel?" No, because I already told you that you're liable to do alm...st anything, just to try to throw me off the truth, and make me believe that you aren't." I guess there isn't any way for me to convince you then, not if you're so bound and determined to believe that I am an angel. Promise me that you won't try to do anything to prove to yourself that I really am an angel though, like putting yourself in danger. That's how it is with songs sometimes- you pick out the parts you like and disregard the others. Occasionally you may even lash out at the singer for even including those others. But to them, all the words, all the notes, are important. Ask anyone who creates- any engineer, any artist, any writer. They'll tell you they're proud of every little piece they put into their final product. Every single little step they take on their journey is one they cherish, whatever its benefits. The witnesses to. Same with my mom."Kelly and Carrie were nodding."But kids today are different," Kelly said. "We've coddled them so much. Our generation was raised with a sense of entitlement that we've expanded and passed on to our children. We're definitely doing them a disservice. I hate to think what Kasey's children are going to act like." I guess I'm fortunate that my folks were older," I said.Kelly agreed."Your parents were the same age as my grandparents," she said. "They raised you with different. I got a cup ofcoffee, and I went back into the bathroom to start doing my make-up!As I stood there, looking into the mirror, I began drifting off to himagain!!His finger is massaging my hole, in and out about half way! Pulling,stretching, and spreading the slippery lubricant! I am pleading with himto stop! Begging him to not fuck me! Telling him I wasn?t ready!! Heignores me, and to show me his lack of concern for my fear, he insertstwo fingers! After a few minutes, he removes his fingers and I.