Aber das reichte…zum googlen, nicht zum Leben, nicht um in demselben Erfüllung zu finden. Deine Intelligenz war weiß Gott nicht die höchste, ein ...nterdurchschnittlicher Realschulabschluss war gerade noch drin gewesen, zu mehr hatte es nicht gereicht, aber es lag nicht nur an fehlendem Wortwitz das du keinerlei Karriere oder Erfolg bei Frauen hattest, nein du warst ein Tagträumer der nie wirklich realisierte was um ihn herum vor sich ging, ein verdammt hässlicher noch dazu, der, wenn er mal das. I thought to myself, “Thank goodness it was a private house we were going to for dinner." Although I loved dressing as a slut, I felt this was getting to be a little outrageous. Still I thought better not to protest, just hoped we wouldn’t be stopping in a public place. I knew if I was sit down anywhere, the legs of my fancy knickers would show below the hem of my skirt. Before we left, she had me look at ourselves in my mirror. My corset made my tits stand straight out, my nipples visible. In a way, they had both connected fantasy and reality together. And it was exactly what was causing this gush of lust, so impossible to staunch. From the speakers, ‘Cannonball’ Adderly squealed his alto-sax into the rippling rhythm of “So What”. D to E-flat, for eight bars, then back to D. Sexy music. Ellen looked down at Jason’s face. – “Hmm, yeah. The first time I saw you I wanted to give you a ride,” Jason hissed. He grimaced from the sudden sharp clench responding to his words. Ellen. You did it because she trusted too much. You did it because she tried to protect you by not telling you the truth. Because like the movie says, you couldn’t handle the truth. And you couldn’t. You couldn’t handle it then and you can’t handle it now. Because the truth now is this: You blamed her for everything that went wrong. You blamed her for being the woman she was. You blamed her for the very things that kept you in her good graces. You blamed her for being compassionate. You blamed her.