I know you must be thinking what pathetic loser lives his life like that. My answer is no one lives like that and neither did I. I died the day I foun... the gifts l sent to Sue left at my doorsteps. I have been existing but only because I was too weak to take my own life. I know this letter will give you many sleepless nights but really, you were just kids who did not know better. Don't beat yourself over it.I have lived through many nights when I would think that people offered mercy to rabid. So much to explore and find out.The vehicles in front began to trundle along. No, she decided. Desperation is a stinky perfume and the last thing she wanted was to give out vibes of dependence, particularly as his body was her main interest. Besides, lust is to the body what ideal is to the spirit, or so she'd read somewhere, and who was she to contest that? Amused at her reasoning, she pulled away from the main drag and into her quiet little street.What to wear, what to wear? Beth padded. He took an angry swig from the can. The next spot could be reached by retracing his steps and taking a winding path, or pushing through bushes that might have brambles hidden in them. His alcohol sodden brain and hoary skin was past feeling pain from thorns, but the jacket and trousers had originally been good quality. It would be bad to damage them further.He took another swig. The tobacco craving overwhelmed any worries he had and he pushed through the trees and bushes. The last tree had a. .tell me I'm your horny faggot husband and please describe me how you imagine our meeting in hotel room...freakyericayou like that photo babyMR.X describe me how you imagine our meeting in hotel room...freakyericaI want my horny husband to kiss me deeply with his tongue holding me close and walking me backwards towards the bed then push me away making me fall on my back on to the bed the quickly garbing my legs lifting them up and sliding his hand up to my ankles then grasping my high heels.