Retarded Stuff Novels & Stories

What a joke. "You know that you can just admit defeat right now, right? I suggest that you pack your bags and go home. Forget about your love for Neal because it's useless. It would only hurt you more, you know? Why don't you pity yourself? Besides, I'm already here. The only one that my Mr. Babe needs."

*** Turned out Mr Kim, the guy we had the meeting with, was a total jerk and he didn't have a valid reason to be late. He was one of those businessmen who thought they left an impression if they showed up late. Anyhow, Val didn't make any deal with him and this meeting was just a waste of time. I really shouldn't have stopped Val. My cheeks reddened in embarrassment. "What is it?" He asked giving me a quick glance before turning to the road. "It's nothing. I mean it is something but um- I am sorry. I shouldn't have stopped you earlier from leaving. You know, it didn't turn out any good. Haha, um-"

Gavin starts talking again. "You are young though, I'm sure you don't want a kid. Especially not with some old guy that happens to be your brother's dad. I, we can go to the store tomorrow and get you one of those pills. I'm sorry Naudia. I should have used a condom, I just got carried away because you are so sexy and I have wanted you for so long." Gavin rambles and I smile.

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ELLA'S POV I spent the following morning continuing my own careful, independent review of everything Vera had shown me, understanding that while Jason's security logs had already provided compelling evidence contradicting the messages' claimed timeline, something about the actual technical presentation of those fabricated messages continued nagging at my analytical attention. "I keep looking at this," I told Delia, spreading printed copies of the message screenshots across her kitchen table with the same careful, methodical focus I'd once applied to identifying Cross's original financial manipulation. "Something about the formatting feels slightly off, though I can't quite articulate exactly

she asked, horrified to find out what kind of conversation it was becoming. "it's also the least number of times you'll cum tonight" he whispered.

"Stupid! Dense! Fool! Idiot! Dummy! Brainless! Blockhead! Goon! Moron! Retard! Pervert! Molester!" …It succeeded in dealing damage, even to me.