Everything had to be perfect for them. He carefully chose a knife from the array spread on the table in front of him. He checked the edge for sharpnes... and giggled when it bit into his finger deep enough to draw blood.He stared at the drop of blood, lost in the glossy deep red of it. It was so pretty in the light, much prettier than at night. Then it was too black and deep. Like deep wells that were waiting to suck him in or like the shadows that used to chase him in the attic. He stuck the. My Mom has always encouraged me to be myself and it use to bother me but now I accept myself for what I am and I love it: I'm a slut.This all started a few years ago just after I started high school. It wasn't as bad as it could have been but I was pretty lonely. Most of my friends were in other schools and I'd never been very good at school. See in middle school I'd been in a special class with very small class sizes and it gave the teacher a lot of time with each child. Now I was taking a. "Hey daddy come here" she called out.Mark made his way over silently cursing the fact that he was again behind her. "Oh great" he thought as he got closer "she's hopping up and down"."Help me climb this tree dad" she said almost pleading."Baby I don't think that's a good idea. What if you fall and hurt yourself" I won't I promise. I used to climb this one all the time but I need a boost" she said."Oh fine but be careful Sara" he kneeled down and cupped his hands together for her to put her foot. And she wanted another $100. Michael glanced up from his computer when Carly strutted into his office. He was about to mumble some nonsense polite greeting when she slowly peeled off her coat. If he thought she was sexy two days ago, that was nothing compared to what stood in front of him now. Michael was one step away from throwing her down on the desk and fucking her. Instead he cleared his throat, closed the door behind her, shut the blinds and then went back to his chair. Carly stood there.