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"Wendy loves me. This isn't over—" Wendy gave her answer right away, and it was a big, fat slap across Zack's face. "Don't listen to him, Felix. I don't like guys like him. He's just a toy. A toy I throw away once I'm bored of him." She held up her thermos and uncapped it. The air was filled with the aroma of mushroom and egg custard. "You must be hungry. I got this for you."

I stuffed the tape into the VCR, pushed play and sat down next to Jerry. The movie wasn't that good - I don't even remember the name - but it did live up to its R rating. This included a bedroom scene - a brief flash of her tits and the guy disappearing down down down under the covers. I have to admit I was embarrassed at first, but these scenes are designed to titillate and I could feel my nipples reacting. I looked down at Jerry's lap. Lo and behold there was a telltale bulge in his shorts.

Silvy When Goof said he wanted to have sex what I thought would happen and what actually happened are so far off from one another you might as well be in the next state. I figured he would look at a magazine or watch a video, get hard, fuck me, cum and leave for me to get myself off. You know like he does with the skanks but with them he doesn’t need porn. Yea that isn’t what I got. First he showed me that he didn’t need help getting hard. And he kissed me. As often as possible. I never expected that. I know he doesn’t kiss the skanks. And the sex, holy shit, it was incredible.

They were very expensive back in the 1980s, but it was an investment that paid off big time. He next went through his VHS tapes. The first one made him laugh. He'd entitled it Dottie Gets Religion. It was a tape of four different sexual encounters with Pastor Frank Davis. Each of these segments had been filmed in different areas of the church on Sundays when Charlie was on the road. Dottie had made them hotter by wearing sexy lingerie under her conservative church attire, and her nasty mouth, when she often repeated the phrase, "Oh God!" and she spewed many sacrilegious words and phrases.

"Connor Pierce is the campus heartthrob. Why would a guy like that fall for someone like you, ordinary as you are? I was helping you. Testing whether he really loves you." Cassidy caught on and let out a mocking laugh. "I knew it. Tara was helping you, and you throw a tantrum? You really think highly of yourself." Holly piled on. "It's just a couple of dumb flyers in a group chat. You are so fragile. We're in college–people joke around." It hit me, listening to them, how easily I'd let this happen the first time around. That had ended with me locked in a basement by some pervert who saw the flyer.

So many topics were created. #NancyExaggeratedWeddingMoney130KActually1300 #GroomKicksPregnantBrideCausingMiscarriage Some shot to the top of trending lists, racking up millions of discussions within just a few hours. Netizens were furious. [My god, I've really seen it all now. Even monsters can disguise themselves as people these days?] [This is ridiculous. Doesn't he know how much money his own family has? What kind of idiot is he?]

That if I just tried harder, loved him better, lost more weight, complained less, smiled more — maybe then he’d finally love me back. But he’d never loved me. He’d never even liked me. I was a checkmark on Papa Niel’s list. A broodmare. A means to $2.3 billion. I pulled myself together through sheer force of will. Crying wouldn’t save me. Planning would. I moved to the closet and pulled down the small duffel bag I’d hidden behind winter coats last year — a bag Bruce didn’t know existed, purchased with money skimmed from grocery receipts over months. Inside: $347 in cash. Not much, but it was something.

“But before you, it was moss green—like the hills back home.” “Mine’s blue too,” I admitted. “Fitting, right?” We toasted our matching favorites with playful head nods. “Favorite movies?” he countered. “Almost Famous,” I said, smiling at the thought of van life soundtracks. “The Big Lebowski,” he answered without skipping a beat—“That white Russian scene gets me every time.”

Bored with that, I wander over to the stack of movies, laughing a little at the titles. Busty Co-Eds and their Punishing Professors Street Skanks in 3D. What the hell was this crap? A few of the tapes are unlabeled in black plastic boxes. Curious, I reach up and take one down. When I open the box, the VHS inside also doesn’t have any writing on it. Maybe a home video, put over here by mistake? Curious, I take it over to the waiting VCR and pop it in, rewinding to the start. Then I sit back in the chair and press play on the remote.

he got in Levi's face, "while I'm sober." Levi smiled almost showing his fangs. "You know what," Levi pulled his phone out of his pocket and side stepped Garret. "May, I have something to show you," he walked over to me. "Gar bear you welcome to stay and watch. It does involve you too. In fact it's a film I made called big ego small penis when I stumbled into a rather frightening tape of an entanglement in the storage room. Let's watch shall we." Levi played the video and it was of Garett and Elizabeth. "I thought you like May," Elizabeth said and Garret grabbed her by the waist, pulling her flush against his body.