" You should probably try to save up at least ten thousand dollars. If you were out of work, that should keep you in spending money until you could fi...d something else to do." Is that how much you have, ten thousand?" No. I have quite a bit more than that. I had a lot more than that when I first came up here, and I've saved more than what I brought up here with me since I first got here. I'm not much for spending money if I don't need to." I know. I've seen how you live. You're probably the. She set the shirt down, and sat back on the couch watching the TV. Herhand running a finger over my belly, scooping up bits of my cum, and idlysucking it off her finger, as if she did this her whole life, I watchedin amazement as...*Flash* the echo flew by, and as I tried to think ofwhat I had changed. I just couldn't remember though. I just laid back andwatched TV, basking in the afterglow of sex as Susanne slowly snacked onmy cum. I followed suit, my pudgy finger collecting a glob, and. And that’s the first time I ever used the f word in front of either of my parents so when we get home Mum makes Dad give me five smacks on my bare bum. Then Mum makes me stand in the corner of the room like always happens when I’ve been smacked with my red bum on display for the whole family.I don’t think Dad liked smacking me on the bum but Mum made him do it and he was upset that I’d used the f word at Mum.So about six or seven weeks later I’ve been going to horse riding every Saturday. ‘But they aren’t,’ I say, forcing myself up and bracing my arms on the sink. A red cheeked and puffy-eyed girl stare back at me in the mirror. I haven’t been that girl in years. I hate that girl. ‘Move on,’ I grit, starting hard at myself, willing my reflation to change. ‘Deal with it and move on.’ July 10 I’m sick of myself. Despite my determination to move on, my body has other plans. Life, as it understands, has ended. Everything is a chore from eating to showering to talking, and the.