I had put on my makeup the best i could and brush my hair away from my face. it was long hair. i used some of my sisters hair things to try and make i... girlish. definitely a work in progress but i did my best. I had painted my toenails bright red. My summer tan was beginning to darken, so i thought my legs and feet looked awesome. I was very tall and thin for my age, and absolutely hairless. Something i was very self conscious about in gym class around the other boys with their growing-manly. Once in the bedroom he pushed me down on the bed, dropped his pants and mounted me. He was a bit drunk but not so drunk that he couldn’t find my pussy. He drilled me furiously all the time calling me a slut and a whore. Obviously that was his way of getting turned on. So I shouted back that he was a lousy fuck and he should go harder. In the end we were both moaning loudly as he unloaded. He pulled out and kissed me, apologising for calling me a slut. I didn’t mind as I enjoyed the dirty talk.. ” She put my chart back and left.“I bet you’d like her to discharge you?”“What the fuck!” I was having a conversation in my head. Ok, that wasn’t unusual except this time it didn’t appear to be with myself.“OK, OK, play it cool. This is going to come as a bit of a shock”“What, who .. what are you? Am I going mad?”“If you want to think that but better to accept the situation. It’ll be the best for both of us. Just think of me as an extra circuit in your brain, an independent circuit, an. A sappy, romantic poem, hoping she would read it and somehow know it was from me. Somehow hoping it would make her contact me and all would be right in the world.She doesn’t read Craigslist posts. Who was I fooling?But lots of other people do. At least thirty replies, all thinking I was writing about them. All being dead wrong.And then there was Elaine. She didn’t think I was writing for her. She just liked what I wrote, and she said so.I wrote back and thanked her, and that was the beginning.