You mention how you have been avoiding your slut’s poor clit, and you I like you to play with it. In my blackness I am relieved, hoping you will mak... me cum and stop the throbbing but if I could have seen you I would have noticed the clip you held. I scream as you apply it, then you return to stretching out your whore, you ask me if I think I could be more full and I reply I couldn't you tell me I am wrong and you use both hands to try to open me up further. You tell me you have an interesting. Let the water pour. Clean and hot and desensitizing, destroying prints and calluses, burning away bacteria, boiling needles to the surface of my skin. Mindless, hopeless activity. I sit in the shower without forgiven and need and lust and longing. The scars will never vanish. Never fade completely. But remind me of the torture of trust, the fool who gives over. The emptiness that follows desire. All of it written in stitches across the scars and curves of fingerprints from homemade thread and. “She isn’t like one of those horny rich bitches at school.” “D,” Tommy stopped walking. “I KNOW. I get it. I like her a lot.” “It’s just …” Derek searched for the right words. “She has so much potential.” “Sooo... what? You’re sayin’ I’m not good enough for her? “Flynnie, she’s my sister. I’m sayin’ nobody’s good enough for her.” The guys chuckled and continued walking next to each other. “So, you don’t trust me ‘cause I’m white.” Tommy smiled, staring straight ahead. “No, I don’t trust you. I invited them to Saint Michael, and Mark’s parents suggested they go to the Lutheran church.”“But it’s not causing either of you any problems with your friends, right?”“Just one couple who go to our old church. They won’t hang out with us any longer, but we have plenty of other friends.”“I’m really sorry this has happened.”“What would happen if the situation was reversed?” Alyssa asked.“We’d never kick someone out of the church for something their kids had done, nor would we treat anyone who.