My Father's Wish
He hugged me tightly, turning me so that my back was facing the Sasha girl, while gently stroking my hair - a clear means of preventing her from learning that my sexual rights were being violated and coming to my aid.
" Haz, I've been trying to get to you for days now but......I don't know, you weren't responding. You ain't picking up my calls, neither are you responding to my texts", the Sasha girl said, her voice sounding very deep, almost baritone, literally the opposite of a requisite feminine voice. If I were to be her choir coordinator at Sunday school or Christmas carol, she's definitely going to be part of the bass singers.
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