I wasn't an idiot at all. I'd watched shows that aired after school. I understood that a lot of sh*t about my life was messed up: my mother had passed away, my father had to cope with the challenges of being a single parent, and I had no real knowledge about what a connection between a man and a woman was meant to be beyond putting tab A into slot B. However, I did know that a lot of sh*t about my life was messed up. When everything was said and done, I was aware that my father should not have punched me in the face.And I was aware that he was aware of it as well.When I was fifteen years old and desired to attend an all-night party at the beach, the only other time I had ever used his remorse as a weapon against him was. He refused to let me go because I had a workout scheduled for the next day, so I moped around until he eventually lost it. Then I proceeded to tell him that I was meant to go the weekend before, but I had been unable to do so.I couldn't go out in public because I h
"I know," Sharon murmured, "but she still believes she loves him." I have no doubt that she adores the child, but given that Murphy and I are the only two individuals who are aware of his existence, their options for assistance are somewhat limited. When she needs to work, I take care of the children since Ron has so many obligations with the council that he can't miss. It's not like he could bring Timmy with him to a conference or anything like that.I was curious, so I asked, "So why the disappearing act?""Sophie works at the diner," she informed me. "Occasionally, when the loggers come through or a bus stops or something of the sort, they get slammed, and they call her in. She is unable to let them know that she won't be able to make it because of the baby because then everyone would know. "So Ruth has come to the rescue.""Or something along those lines." Sharon smiled in her dry way at me.My worries began to go away as I leaned back on the couch. I was relieved it wasn't what
I responded with "Yeah," after which I cleared my throat so that I could repeat it once more, this time more clearly. "Yeah, I'd like that."“Cool.”I had to tilt my head to the side to gain a better angle before I could look down at her. In the gentle early morning light that was cast by the sun as it rose over the trees, her cheeks had a faint pinkish hue to them. As I did so, I couldn't help but smile to myself as I stroked my finger over one of her cheeks. I sighed out the last one after taking a few long, deep breaths to help me regain some control over the various portions of my body that were acting on their own volition. "I suppose it's my responsibility to ensure that you make it to class on time," I said.Sharon concurred and stated that "it would probably be a good idea."I reached down and picked up the ball, then tucked it into the crook of my arm. I extended my hand and grasped Sharon's hand in mine before leading her and the other person into the structure with our arm
I wasn't sure whether it actually improved who I was as a person, and I'm pretty sure it didn't, but if I was talking to a female, I made sure to be very honest about my goals. I never said anything to the effect of "I'll be your boyfriend" or "Gimme a little, and I'll take you to the dance" or anything else along those lines. I explained my objectives to them, and they either had an interest in pursuing them or they did not. The majority of them were only using me to claim that they had already fucked me in any case, and that I was only using them to get off. I wasn't exactly the model of chastity when it came to the ladies, but at least I was honest with them. Sharon's ex-boyfriend had cheated on her, lied to her, and used her in a very different way than she had been used to in the past.And it was obvious.I'd been with timid girls and reluctant girls, particularly virgins who weren't sure what to anticipate, but Sharon was the only one who acted the way she did. Sometimes she wou
I rolled onto my back and breathed deeply for a few minutes while I was there. Although I could feel my cock deflating, it was also the one spot that was able to reassure me that I still had a pulse. The remainder of me had the sensation of being submerged in a vast ocean of Sharon's hair.She had a pleasant aroma even now.When I attempted to get up and fetch us a towel, Sharon pushed me back against the bed and proceeded to do it herself. I could hear her going into the bathroom and turning the water on in the sink. A few seconds later, she emerged from the room with a hand that was less sticky and a towel that was somewhat damp, both of which she handed to me. After cleaning up, I brought her back down to where I was standing.Between each kiss, I murmured, "You are so...fucking...fantastic..." I could feel a grin creeping into the corner of her mouth."Did you like it?""I told you it was f*cking fantastic," the speaker said.I sneaked my hand back behind her back and cupped her b
I required something plausible and quick to come up with. I reapplied my poker face and gave a dismissive shrug. As soon as I stated, "I think I can talk her into anal," I felt a knot form in my gut. In the very back of my throat, I could detect the taste of bile. "She indicated that she could." He narrowed his eyes as he continued to stare at me, and then he glanced at me. I did not move, and I did not take my eyes off of him at any point. I just kept staring directly into his eyes and making an effort to slow down my breathing as much as I could. The skin around the corners of his eyes scrunched up, and just as I thought I was going to burst, he flung his head back and laughed. I thought I was going to pass out. "I can hear it now!" he exclaimed as he laughed once again. "I can hear it now!" "Hey, Sheriff! I've heard that your daughter is a real pain in the rear end!" He shut the refrigerator without taking anything out of it, and as he moved out of the kitchen into the living room
It disturbed me a great deal that Sharon ceased making an effort to get in touch with me. It was foolish on my part because I was the one who had been the one to bring all of this trouble for her. I would occasionally check on her, and whenever I did, I would be able to feel her hand in my hair and the warmth of her body near to me while we slept together.I longed to see her.Horribly.Championships at the national level.As we headed onto the field to face this squad from Minnesota, I was in the zone and not really thinking about much of anything else. The climate in southern California in January is just the right balance of warm and cool, so the temperature was ideal for the game. In addition, there was a pleasant breeze, which made for a pleasant experience; yet, I was trying to find out how to make up for punting.After the band finished playing the national anthem, the announcer began introducing each of the players in the game. Again, until I heard a certain name, I wasn't rea
She yelled out "Williams, please...," but I continued walking while attempting to prevent myself from collapsing due to the pain in my abdomen.If she had never come into contact with me, she would be in a much better position today. I had brought the vileness of my mere presence into her life, and it had ruined it. It was wrong of me to come here with the intention of hurting her or anyone else.It was supposed to be me who was killed in that vehicle accident all those years ago.If things were different, the world would be a better place.I had no choice but to agree with Shakespeare and compare my life to the one led by the lead role in The Scottish Play: "a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." After a while, I just couldn't fathom a justification for doing it.No longer did it matter to me.I ran.The early morning sheet of ice along the highways made it hard for me to run on the pavement even with my running shoes, so I stuck to the dead, brown gras