‘What did you expect? Did you think it was real? Why would anyone want you? I’ll never see her again. You aren’t enough. You are worthless… St...pid… You are only good for one thing.’ Tears ran down Phoenix’s cheeks as she fought against the voices. She sat up. Her eyes wide open, tears falling down her face, her scream still echoing in the room. Her voice trembled as she glared into the darkness. ‘I’m not worthless, and I am going to prove it.’ Her hand moved slowly to the box, she sat it down. Mom still owns and loves to show the hundreds of old home movies Grandma and Grandpa had taken of her while she was growing up. Some weekends we have an entire house full of people and she will play them all for two days straight!One of these movies that Mom likes to show for a "preview",is of her kneeling on the floor naked watching Sesame St.. There She is,grinding her pussy,and frantically humping away on a threadbare Cookie Monster doll,that she had duct taped a coke bottle to and stuffed. Yet even with this, I have also had a bit of an obsession with cock. And even though I have never had sex with a man, I have on occasion had the pleasure of sucking more than a few dicks in my life, but always anonymously or at least semi-anonymously in the back of Adult bookstores where they have the preview booths with gloryholes cut between the small booths so that men can give and receive blow jobs. Mostly the guys who use the holes are married or at least have a woman in their life. This. I slide my empty mug to her. “Yes, thank you.” She fills it with a flourish and gives it back. When I reach for it, our fingers touch. “Do you need anything else?” she asks, a suggestive lilt to her voice. I look to her nametag, my eyes linger a moment longer than needed. Suzie. “Suzie? Do you mind if I ask you something?” She lets her head fall to the side, a curl of hair springs free and teases the smooth skin of her neck. Likely, because of her job as the early morning waitress in a.