I ain't no mutbafuckin joke, and I don't play with other folk k**s. Your mama should have swallowed your racist ass instead of giving birth. Pray to G...d that I never find out your real identity, because it's curtains for you faggot. Threatening my life, talking about what you're gonna do, when we both know that you ain't gonna do shit. Before I go any further, I'm gonna let y'all see the kind of shit this butch was posting to my profile. Like I say, he's claiming Florida, so if you know this. "Turn it up to full power for a minute."Sarah hit a few buttons on top of the generator and then checked the readout from the sensor again. "That's it, full power." After watching for a few seconds, Sarah noticed that the room was starting to get colder, and the light somehow seemed dimmer. Then the unit shut off as the power was cut and the light went back to normal levels. "I've never seen anything like it! How long could you keep that up?"Maren shuddered slightly from the memory before. Her parents were out, dining with wine and steak for their anniversary. Tiffany wanted her first time to be gentle and sensual, like in those coming-of-age flicks. However her boyfriend, unlike her, was experienced in sexual intercourse. With a petite, five-foot, one hundred and ten pound body, she was an adept gymnast at her high school. Though she was a seventeen year old, her boyfriend was a twenty-three year old. He was six feet eight inches tall, weighing 180 pounds, and a self-proclaimed. I heard a chuckle as a door shut. I made myself a sandwich, slammed myself into a comfy position on my couch and watched TV until dad got home. My dads name is Jerry, my moms name is Sarah. Oh yes I forgot to mention; my name is Paul. "Hey dad." I slowly said as he walked in the door. "Hey son." He said equally slowly. I heard running, "Daddy!" My sister yelled as she ran up to hug him. "How was your day?" She asked. "It was fine," he replied. "Fine then grumpy pants, I'm going back to my.