Hate Me

.Hate Me

by: The Inflated Taco

o4: She Loves Me Not
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I leaned her limp body against my car as I shuffled the stuff around in my pocked, trying to find my keys. I clicked open the door and lay her down in the backseat.

Damn, this chick was stupid! What kind of girl would just take some stranger’s drink at a party? Okay…. Lots of girls do but, FUCK!

When I lay her down her plaid skirt hiked up and I got a peek of something that made my dick go hard in .001 of a second. I turned around with embarrassment, noticing that the people outside the house were too into what they were doing to be watching me.

Slowly, I traced my fingers up her smooth tanned thigh, creeping closer to that spot I was so eager to touch. Tonight she was wearing aqua undies splattered with stars that looked like little boy briefs. I moved them to the side of her pussy-lips, and nearly came in my pants as I traced her cunt. Everything but a small triangle had been shaved. I swallowed the lump in my throat and shoved my index finger into that hole I wanted to slam my dick into. She flinched in pain at the intrusion, causing her taut muscles to tighten, and stop my finger from going any further in. I let a hiss escape my lips in total animalistic want- this was pure virgin pussy. My finger could barely move around cuz’ it was so goddamned tight.

I tried to pull my finger out, but as I was about to I heard her groan. I looked up and saw her eyebrows crease, her fat painted lips parted and another little noise escaped her as I slid my finger out a little more. If I could only ram my dick in there, I know she’d be moaning way louder than that. I wiggled my fingers around slowly so I wouldn’t hurt her, and thrust my hip grudgingly once as the sound of her pussy juices slid against my fingers. I rubbed my thumb against her clit as I wiggled my other finger around inside of her, surprised to see her back arch automatically, and her eyes groggily open to stare up. I pressed my thumb harder and heard her let out a sexy little gasp.

She shut her eyes again and let her body go limp as I rubbed her clit faster, her breathing going shallow. I felt her pussy getting wetter, the clear juices were already leaking out her tense hole, onto my hand.

I couldn’t fuckin’ take it! Not even the hottest stripers could tease me into the level of horniness I was on right now. I don’t even think Jenna Jameson bending over for me would have my dick pulsing this hard.

What the fuck was wrong with me?!

This was a little 15 year old girl who read books for fun and watched dorky anime!

I was a 19 year old dope dealer who fucked hot bitches without guilt and snorted coke. We were obviously on two completely different levels.

FUCK! I DIDN’T CARE!

I quickly withdrew my finger, causing her to flinch in pain and jumped into the backseat. I slammed the door shut behind me and got on top of her. I looked down at her pretty sleeping face, running my fingers across her lips. This felt so wrong!

I looked down at her sleeping form and my dick screamed at me when I looked at her chest. It felt wrong, but I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything so bad.

I let my hand slide her Rob Zombie shirt up so that I saw the biggest natural tits I had ever seen, encased in a black bra. I didn’t bother undoing the bra; I just pushed it up and felt my body twitch as her breasts bounced out.

“Oh….fuck”, I groaned as without a moments hesitation I undid my studded belt, unzipped my pants and took my boner out, letting it rest on her soft stomach. I greedily groped at her big tits- they were beautiful. Her nipples were a light pinkish-tan, about the size of a silver dollar, and just went perfectly with her smooth creamy skin which was lighter on her chest due to the lack exposure to the sun. I was getting so turned on by the sight of my hands grabbing way more than a handful of tit, I felt like I was going to bust my nuts right there.

With no thought I pulled my pants to my ankles and lowered myself between her legs. I took my cock in my hand and started rubbing my dick up and down her wet pussy lips, pressing the head up against the little virgin hole. She groaned at the unusual feeling, yet she lifted her legs up so that I could gain better entrance. I tried to push the head of my cock in, but the tightness of her hole made it difficult. I shoved the tip of my dick in and she yelped in pain.

That noise brought me back to reality.

I couldn’t do this. I got out from between her legs and sat back on top of her stomach. I looked down at her chest and involuntarily grabbed my dick with my left hand as I kept groping at her nice, round tits. My eyes moved from her lips to her breasts as I jerked off. She looked so beautiful underneath me.

My hips jerked uncontrollably as I fucked my hand, the sight of her laying limp beneath me tuned me on so fuckin bad! I knew I wouldn’t take that long. I lowered my lips down to hers, amazed to feel her lips move in response. That just sent me over. I clenched my eyes shut, and moved back so that I could shoot my load on her heaving tits. I felt every nerve in my body trembling in satisfaction as I watched my cum dripping down her breasts.

She blearily opened her eyes, and looked up at me. I felt myself stiffen….oh shit! I forgot for a moment that she was all messed up. She looked up, her grey eyes peering right at me. Her hand slowly went up, and softly grabbed at my necklace, “What are you doing?”

I stared down at her blankly, “…huh?”

She let a light smile play at her lips. Fuck, she looked so beautiful! So fuckin pure- even with all that black makeup she loved wearing. I smiled back down at her, till I heard what she said next.

“…Jere’? What’s going on?” she slurred as she let her hand fall back.

I felt my body go ridged and a pang of jealousy and anger hit me all at once, “Shut the fuck up!” I snarled as I moved back and got out of the car, slamming the door shut so loud a few people drinking and smoking on the porch turned to look at me.

I got into the car and drove her to the only place I knew I could drop her off at. I could go drop her ass off with the stoned fucker she was looking. I don’t know what I was mad about….

Like it was her fault she was looking for Jere’? What? Was I supposed to expect her to wake up looking for me? Fuck, I’d only just met her like 5 days ago. I felt so fuckin’ stupid! What? Was I in junior high or something? I turned on the radio and cranked up some old school Slayer, trying to drown out my silly childish thoughts.

I drove to a neighborhood full of apartments looking for B7. When I found it I pulled over and walked to the passenger’s side. I opened the door and looked down at her. I don’t know what I was so mad about. This felt fuckin’ weird! I scowled down at her. I fucked bitches way hotter than her. I mean, it wouldn’t kill this bitch to head over to the gym every now and then. The only thing she had going for her was her tits. Honestly, if I had to rate her I’d give her a 6- barely pushing at a 7. I ran my fingers down my hair and scoffed, “Bitch, you ain’t got much goin’ for you. You even killed my buzz…”

So she wasn’t the finest girl on earth, but she had me so hot I nearly came in my pants. I looked at her- there was no way I was giving her to her ‘boyfriend’ like this. Her breasts were exposed, with jizz dripping into her cleavage, skirt hiked up, and her pussy totally bare. My dick was at full attention again as I wiped the cum off her tits with an extra sweater I had lying around the backseat. I made her look somewhat presentable before I walked over to Jeres’ apartment and rung the doorbell.

I knew he was at home. If he hadn’t shown up to the party with me there really was no where else he would be. I met him when he was a freshman and just a pot smoker, not some cokehead. He was a total jerk, but amusing to be around and fun to get fucked up with. I don’t know what this dork saw in him.

No one came to the door so I rang it again…

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again, till finally I heard his voice holler from the other side, “Calm the fuck down!”

The door slammed open and he looked me up and down, “It’s like 3 in the morning… Yea, I told you my ma’ works on weekends and shit, but I don’t really want anyone-"

I cut him off and grinned, “Dude, chill the fuck out. It’s not like I’m gonna’ bring the party over to your place.”

“Then what’s up?” he sighed as he ran his hand through his shaggy hair. It didn’t look like he’d been doing bumps all night; from the look on his face I could tell he’d been hittin’ the bong. “Look man, I just wanna’ crash. I’m blown off my ass, aright’?”

I smiled mockingly, “I just wanted to give you something”

He quirked an eyebrow, “Something? Is it at least smokeable?”

“Go check out what I have for you in my backseat” I said in a mocking tone as I pointed to my car.

He walked over there and the instant he saw who was passed out in my backseat he turned to look at me anger evident in his voice, “What the fuck, Oz?!”, He clenched his fists, “If you did anything to her I fuckin’ swear to God, man-"

I laughed and put my hands up in mock defense, “Hey dumbass, you should be thanking me.”

“For?” he asked stupidly as he turned back around and pulled her by her feet so that he could get her out of the car.

“For…not letting some perv’ drag her to his car and rape her at the party” I said in a matter-of-fact tone. If only he knew that in the end it was me who had her limp body lying in my car as I creamed all over her big ol’ titties.

“Thanks”, he grunted as he carried her out of the car and into his apartment, slamming the door shut behind him with his foot.

Fuck, that guy could be an asshole. Maybe his bi-polar ass should be popping some lithium instead of doing all that fuckin’ coke.

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The smell of cigarettes woke me up.

I opened my eyes, surprised not to find myself in my room. There was no mistaking where I was. Even though I hadn’t been in here in a while, it really hadn’t changed much. The same metal band posters adorned the walls, the array of bongs on top of the television set, and the odor of day old cigarette and told me that I was in Jeres’ room.

I pushed myself up, and felt my body unusually weak. What the hell was I doing here?

I rubbed my eyes, noticing that I didn’t have my contacts on. That was weird…

A light snore from beside me caught my attention. I looked down on the floor beside the bed and saw no one other than Jere’ asleep on the floor. He was wrapped up in a thin light blue blanket fast asleep, dirty ashtray lying a few inches away from him on the ground.

I slowly got off his bed, flinching at my body’s soreness as I walked to his restroom. I looked myself in the mirror.

Holy crap, I looked like poopie….

My hair looked as disheveled as it usually did, my makeup was smudged so bad it looked like I got punched by Rocky in both eyes and the swelling was already reaching my cheeks. My skin was really oily for some reason as though I’d spent my night sweating. I washed my face and peed before walking to the kitchen.

I felt so lost. What the hell happened last night? What was I doing a Jeres’?

Maybe I should just go home…. No one would be there though. My parents left to go visit my grandparents and my sister was who knows where. I let myself wander into the kitchen to raid the fridge. I took out the half gallon of milk, grabbed the Boo Berries sitting on the counter, and poured myself a bowl.

When I sat down at the table I noticed my grey contacts floating in a cup of water. I guess I took them off before bed? What the hell? I COULDN’T REMEMBER ANYTHING FROM LAST NIGHT! I know I didn’t do any drugs cuz’ that’s just not like me, and drinking was way out of the question due to my obvious lack of hangover. I’ll just say someone knocked my head really hard at the concert… There I solved my own little dilemma.

But what the fuck was I doing at Jeres’ house?

Jelly must have just left me here because no one was at mine…. I guess….

“Good morning, beautiful”, a groggy voice grunted from behind me.

I dropped my spoon in the bowl in shock and turned around to see Jere’ lazily making his way over to the fridge.

“Hi” I said meekly before taking another spoonful of cereal into my mouth.

“So how you feeling?” he asked casually as he poured some Boo Berries into a deep red colored dish.

“A little sore… But I’m all good….Why?” I asked as I looked up at him, hoping to hear the reason I was so confused. I stupidly added, “I don’t know how I got here”

He grabbed the milk from the fridge, and without even bothering to turn and look at me he stated, “That’s cuz’ you were all roached up”

“Huh?”

“Yea, Oz brought you over here last night”, he said indifferently as he took a seat at the table, he took a bite of Boo Berries and added, “You were all sweating’ and saying shit in your sleep”

I blinked stupidly and felt my cheeks begin to burn, “Stuff in my sleep?”

“Yea, just mumbling so I dunno’ what the fuck you were saying”

I let out a sigh of relief. Wait? What?! Oz brought me over to Jeres’? I was all roached up? What the hell? Damnit! I just go out for one normal night of teenage parting and I end up getting drugged and having some drug dealer bring me home.

So much for normal…

“What time is it?” I asked, hoping to just drop the subject and move on.

Jere’ turned around to see the clock above the kitchen counters, “It’s like 1:10”

“Oh… So what are you gonna’ do today?” I asked cheerfully and then took another mouthful of cereal.

He shrugged then looked at me with his cloudy green eyes and gave me a cute little smile that I’d rarely seen on him, “I dunno’… I wanted to just chill with you if you hadn’t planned on doing anything”

I laughed, “Me? Do anything? What do I ever do? I’m always just at home; I’m such a friggin’ loser.”

He leaned across the table and pinched my cheeks, “Shut the fuck up!”

I huffed playfully, “…You know it’s true”

He got up and stretched, “I’m gonna hit the shower really quick then let’s go watch a movie or something… I haven’t been to the movies in a while. You wanna’ go to the mall or something?”

I let a small smile play at my lips, “Didn’t you say you hated going to the movies? That it was just the film companies trying to rip people off and an excuse to make-out? And don’t even get me started on what you think of the mall…. Something about capitalist pigs or-?”

He rolled his eyes, “I think I remember what I said”

“Then-?”

“Then, what? I just want to do something you’d probably like to do.”, he said flustered, his cheeks getting a tint of pink in them, “If you don’t want-“

I laughed, “Okay! Okay! Don’t give yourself a stroke! We’re gonna’ go see The Other Boleyn Girl then, and I don’t care what you say”

I loved romance movies that were set in old Renaissance/Victorian times. Death to high school romance-comedies! Seriously, how many guys in high school Abercrombie models, and how many high school girls have you seen that look like they’ve walked out of a rap-video? I mean, I saw John Tucker Must Die and nearly threw up. What’s with all these 25 year olds trying to act 15? Jere’ would probably fall asleep but I don’t care I wanted to see that movie.

“Hey! I never said I’d let you pick!” he joked.

I gave him a puppy dog face and looked down in defeat.

He sighed, “Whatever…. It better show some nice big, round asses or I’m gonna totally disown you”

I gave him a mock salute, “Big asses all the way! It’s like a soft-core skin flick too! You’re gonna love it!”

He laughed and turned to take a shower, “Well go get ready. And don’t dress like a gothic hooker either.” he added as he looked me up and down.

I grinned, “Aww…. But I’m your gothic hooker”

He shook his head with a smile on his face and went off into his bedroom. I thought it was so weird how he only smiled like that when he was with me. Well he smiled- but usually just when under the influence.

I put the bowls into the sink and left to my apartment which was conveniently located right next to Jeres’.

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I applied a light layer of purple eye shadow over the black coat I had on my eyelid. I stared at my reflection blankly as I waited for Jere’ to come knocking on my door. There was no way I looked pretty. When you take a look at me then compare to any other girl you’d see what I was talking about. My self-esteem has always been shit low. But, whatever- its not like I’m gonna get any prettier, so why bother….

I grabbed my black skull patterned bag and went out the door. I just walked into Jeres’ apartment and found him sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette. He turned to look at me, “Took you long enough”

I sighed, “That’s cuz’ I was waiting for you…”

He laughed as he mockingly ran his hands through his hair and reenacted a herbal essence commercial, “Lies! You just wanted to get your hair to do that flippy thingy”

This was so not the Jere’ I saw at school. When it was just him and me, the little kid in him came out. He doesn’t do drugs when it’s just us two; he isn’t a sarcastic asshole- he was a completely different person.

I grinned and flipped the dark hair I had that always covered a part of my face, “You’re just jealous cuz’ your hair doesn’t do that sexy flippy thingy”

He got up and grabbed a pair of keys lying on the kitchen counter and walked out the door. I followed him and he announced when we got to his mom’s grey little Toyota, “We’re gonna take my ma’s car…. Since she isn’t home I doubt she’s really gonna miss it.”

He clicked the car open; I got in, snapped the seatbelt on like a responsible passenger and asked, “So- is your mother still working as a bartender at that place, or what?”

He let out a dry laugh as he started up the car, “No, she’s moved up now…. She’s taking her clothes off and letting perverts stuff cash up her cunt now.”

I paused, unaware of what to say, “Oh…. I didn’t know”

He put the car into drive and grumbled, “Shit- no one knows. Not even Jelly or Xing…. It’s fuckin’ embarrassing. My mothers such a druggie loser. She makes a fuck-load on tips and I’ve hardly seen a goddmaned dollar. I don’t even see her face! It’s like I live by myself here and a 100 will appear on the table every few days.”

“No she isn’t….”, I said in slight defense. I twisted my hands on my lap. It’s a good thing no one knew. Can you imagine how embarrassing it would be for everyone to know you as the kid whose mother works at ‘Pleasures’? I remembered that scene in the new Halloween movie where the kid’s where telling Michael Myers that his stripper mother charged 2 for a blow job.

He stayed silent and kept his eyes on the road.

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-O Z Z Y-

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Where the fuck was she?

I sat at a table in the food court with Jack, idly eating French fries as I waited. And who was it that I was waiting for? None other than the lovely Daisy Daniels.

And where exactly did Daisy Daniels come from?

I’d known her for quite sometime, but since last night’s incidence with that annoying little girl, I decided to bring her back into my life.

I used to go out with her when I was younger. She was with me cuz’ I supplied her with the one thing her body was fueled by- cocaine. In the two years I was with her the only thing I’d ever seen her put in her chops was a mouthful of cock. Everything about her was perfect, but fake…. When I was with her I was paying for it, and let me tell you collagen injections don’t come cheap. She had long pin straight honey brown hair, tiny doll frame, big glossed lips, nice big round ass, and what hot slut didn’t come equipped with a pair of plastic tits?

She was everything Monika wasn’t.

Jack grabbed a fry and asked in a concerned tone, “Dude, you okay?”

I came out of my daze, “Huh?”

“You’ve just been sitting there staring at some fat bald man shove a Big Mac in his mouth for the last five minutes…. I’ve been watching you, ya’ know.”, he said as he shook his head not approving with whatever it was I was thinking, grabbed another fry and shook it in my face, “Ever since you dropped that chick off at Jeres’ last night you’ve kinda’ started day dreaming….a lot.”

“Uh….no” was my lame retort. It was that entire dumb girl’s fault! I don’t even know why I liked her! She sure didn’t look innocent- she wore goth girl make-up, for fuck’s sake. She wasn’t smart- I did most of the math work. She wasn’t pretty- I felt a little extra around the hips when I has on her in the car.

Why did I have to think about that? Now I was thinking about what I did to her in the car!

“See you’re doing it again! You’re not even trippin’ or anything!”, Jack yelled as he squinted his eyes at me and pointed down at my fries, along with my soda, and pack of cigarettes which he now had sitting in front of him, “Look at that shit! I took all your stuff and you didn’t even notice!”

I growled and took all my stuff back, “Fuck off! What the hell man!?”

Jack stole another fry from me, and as he dunk it into a little package of ketchup he began he began spewing out words of wisdom, “I really don’t think you should get back with Daisy”

“She’s the sexiest girl around. Tell me if you’ve ever seen another girl as hot as her around here?” I countered as I waved my arms around, hoping that he would think my wanting of a beautiful fuck-toy was proper reason to get back with her. It was such a stupid reason to be with someone…. What the fuck did I care what he thought? Who I wanted to hook up with was my business not his!

“Yea, she’s hot…. I mean I get a woodie whenever I see her” he laughed, causing me to crack a smile, “but, other than that I’m sorry to say- she’s a bitch. She’s only with you cuz’ she’s a coke-head, and you know it. She can’t even hold a conversation without repeating the words ‘Oh my gawd’ or ‘ shuddup’ every other sentence. I think you like Jeres’ girlfriend.”

“She’s not his girlfriend”, I snapped. Shit! That came out unintentionally….

Jack quirked an eyebrow at me, “That sudden little burst of anger totally proves my point”

“Shut the fuck up, man” I spat, “There’s no way in hell I’d ever like her. Why the fuck would I even consider her when I have Daisy?”

Jack laughed, “I don’t know if I’ve failed to mention this- but Daisy is a lying, mooching, cheating BITCH! Even the most beautiful people can be ugly, Oz. Don’t you know that? I think Buddha said it or something….”

“You’re just saying that shit, cuz’ your one shit-face motherfucker”, I chucked as I leaned my metal chair back.

“Ah- I also failed to mention that you called her the NIGHT you dropped that chick off.”, Jack said in a condemning tone. Was I on fuckin’ trial or something? He squinted his eyes accusingly, “What really happened last night?”

I leaned across the table to smack his head but froze when I heard a voice that made me get chills. I looked over at the entrance and in the crowds of people I saw two people with smiles on their faces and a few shopping bags in each hand.

Jack turned around to see what it had been that prevented his head smacking. I quickly composed myself and sat back down in my seat and shoved a handful of fries in my mouth. When I saw Jack looking at me with a mischievous grin on his face, I innocently asked, “What? You’ve never seen me eat before or what?”

He laughed and turned his head, keeping eye contact with me the whole time and shouted at our friend’s direction, “OH, JERE’! OVER HERE!”

I felt my insides flinch as both Jere’ and his friend froze in their tracks and looked over at us. Jere’ greeted us from a distance by nodding and Monika threw one hand in the air and waved like a little child.

“GET YOUR BITCH-ASSES OVER HERE!” Jack yelled, earning looks of disgust from a group of senior citizens eating their chicken salads at the table besides us.

They pushed past the weekend crowd and sat at the two empty seats.

“I thought you hated coming to the mall”, Jack asked Jere’ as she scratched his head.

“I do”, was his simple answer. There was a total change in Jeres’ personality in under a minute. From afar he was laughing and had an actual smile on his fuckin’ face, now he was being a jerk.

“Then what are you doing here?” I asked with a wry smile on my pierced lips.

“I wanted to come” Monika piped in. Her voice immediately made me tense and any smart remark I had was erased from my brain and all I could think about was how gorgeous her breasts looked last night. I mentally kicked myself. Was I 13 or something? What the hell was wrong with me?! I did the only thing I could think of doing I spat, “Shut the fuck up!”

Both Jere’ and Jack looked at me like I was crazy. Monika’s eyes widened and she looked down at her lap, seeming hurt by my burst of annoyance.

“He means that in the playful way” Jack laughed awkwardly as he gayishly slapped my shoulder, “Like the ‘Mean Girls’ way. Shut up, Oz”

Monika let a small smile grace her lips, and Jere’ just rolled his eyes.

Trying to break up the awkward silence, Jack opened his mouth and made me want to snap his neck, “Guess whose back?”

“Who?”, Jere asked dryly as he took a quick glance at Monika to be sure she was okay, then looked back at Jack.

“Daisy”

“Daisy da’ Ass?” Jere’ asked as he yawned and twisted so that we could all hear every bone in his vertebrae pop, “When did you get back with her, Oz? It’s been like a year hasn’t it? That bitch is fine!”

“Yea, I know…. That’s why I got back with her” I said in a haughty tone, and then added as I looked at Monika, “After a while I realized there’s no hot bitches around here. They got a hot body but they’re ugly from the face, or they got a nice face and their body is all fuckin pudding…..Nasty ass bitches.”

Jack snickered and looked at Jere’ and Monika and whispered, “That’s not why he’s with her and I know it-"

Jack took a glance at Monika then looked at me and smiled, “Hey Jere’ come here I wanna’ show you something. Grade A shit, I fuckin swear it man.”

Jere’ didn’t have to be told twice he got up and followed Jack a few feet away where the mall cop wouldn’t be able to see them. That asshole! He left me sitting at the table with the kid who I was now about to focus every ounce of my self annoyance on.

She peered up at me from staring at her lap and meekly said, “I wanted to thank you for last night….Jere’ told me you dropped me off at his place after whatever happened….I don’t really remember anything.”

And what a good thing that is.

“It’s cool” I sighed, as though her presence were bothersome. What a way to treat the girl you really like…. I mean what girl doesn’t take it as a sign that a dude likes her if he treats her like shit? I wasn’t in elementary! Hair pulling and name calling was no longer interpreted as a crush.

Trying to cool off a bit and seem less psychotic I asked what she bought.

She smiled at me and dug into a polka-dotted bag, “I bought some flip-flops!”

She pulled a pair of zebra striped sandals and before I had a chance to bite my tongue I said, “Don’t you ever wear fuckin’ shoes? In the past week you’ve worn nothing but flip-flops. Do we live at the beach or what?”

I immediately regretted saying that when I saw the humiliation drown her face as she dropped her shoes in the bag. Honestly, I liked her different patterned sandals. They never matched what she was wearing…. I found it….cute.

I was about to ask her what else she bought but she looked above me, and a pair of freshly manicured nails suddenly rested on my shoulders. A pair of lips trailed planted a kiss on my neck, “Hey, baby”

Monika looked at Daisy with a look of awe. I wasn’t surprised. Everyone looked at Daisy in awe. It’s not often you see a real live Barbie doll.

I grinned, but didn’t feel any better about getting back with Daisy. I got up and practically shoved my tongue down her throat. I saw Jack and Jere’ walking back over so that they could get a close up view of my living pin-up girl. I put my arms around her thin waist and began to walk away and grunted, “Laters” at the actual girl of my dreams.

As we passed by them I heard Daisy’s bubby voice tell Jere, “Tell your mom I said hi!”

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Okay, my first update in like a year. I’m so sorry! Kind of a perverted beginning, but whatever. So who do you guys think Monika is going to end up with? Haha!

Well please review that’s the only thing that keeps me writing. Even the littlest reviews help cuz' they let me know that someone is actually reading.