I answered it, thinking only fleetingly about "the speech" that I'd composed and honed over the years and knew now that I would never actually give. I...don't know why I even thought of it anymore. Maybe it made me feel just a little bit in charge of my life to at least imagine that I'd freed myself from Brad with "the speech." Hey, Bitch." That's how he usually referred to me. It should still bother me, of course, but I'd gotten to the point where I didn't really hear it anymore. "Rachel's down. Friction burns. And why does she have to keep playing that damned repetitious Rimsky-Korsakov tune in the background, though? Sheh-harem something or other.Got a job finally. I'm a bicycle messenger. Seven bucks per delivery, plus tips. If I hustle, I can make seventy or eighty a day. Not too shabby for a Kansas shitkicker with pretentions.Day 34:Head-to-toe. Did the 69, then, with a little help from her hand, inserted into her just like that. She had pillows under her ass, and still had to. .Rexy. God! I love it Rex." She was weeping with the ecstasy. Annie slowly subsided to quite passiveness, Rex continued his brutal plunging. He lift one of her legs over his shoulder making her lay on her side. Her other leg dangled between his. He gripped her thigh and continued to give enjoyment and to enjoy. The difference in position produced a different angle of attack and Annie was soon on the boil again. She liked to feel sperm splatter her insides and know a man had enjoyed her to the. I thought I had met the perfect girl. We had several classes together and our dorms were side by side. It seemed like we were together all the time. But we didn’t date. I wasn’t confident enough to ask and she had plenty of other suiters. I watched as all the “it guys” asked her out and then proceeded to get dumped a few weeks later. She went through boyfriends at an alarming rate. Throughout our first year in college, I tried to build up the courage to ask her out, but was afraid of the.