” She said, stepping through the door and sitting on the edge of my bed. “We won’t be home until tomorrow morning, so you know the rules.” ...he said in her familiar warning tone and taking a brief, serious pause. “You were a few minutes late last night, but lucky for you your Dad was asleep before you were supposed to be home. Don’t think you can stay out late tonight Kar.” She cautioned. “Mr. Harris next door knows we are out of town and he has a key and our number.” She said patting me. Sam replied, "I am going to Thailand to buy a virgin prostitute and fuck her little brains out. And then I am going to discard like used rubbish."James' face flared with a mixture of shock, anger, and revulsion.He snarled, "What the fuck are you telling me this for, you perverted sick fuck! I work for Amnesty International, and I was sent to Thailand to research how to stop Western pedophiles from traveling to Thailand to exploit these young girls! You have made a grievous error in telling me. “Sorry.”Michelle had a semi-shocked look on her face. I was afraid that I would have been slapped at first. But she shocked me. She let out a small laugh.“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she laughed out, giving me a little wink.“Would I!” I chuckled in reply, knowing full well that it would never happen. So why not play along? I might as well have some fun. I mean after all, what would a seventeen-year-old virgin like me do about it anyways.“Hmm,” she sighed. Looking strangely at me. “What do you. You love men because you are gay. You are so gay. But you are not gay in a masculine sense. No, my sissy bitch. You are a bottom gay faggot. That's right, my sweet sissy. You are a faggot. A faggot who loves men and needs cock. Say it for me, princess. Say it for me, you sissy faggot bitch. Say I am a faggot.I am a faggot.I am a faggot.I am a faggot.I am a faggot.Oh that feels so good. It feels so good to admit that you are a faggot. Doesn't it, sissy? Tell me how good that feels. After so many.