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Oh, she hated me. It was obvious by the look in her eyes. But she wanted to fuck me too. And that was okay. Hate sex was fucking amazing.
He pounded his chest like a gorilla. “Hulk angry,” he grunted, imitating me. That little shit.
Those were the last words my mother ever said to me.
He shuffled along the backseat until he got to the door, his head bent. Then, out of nowhere, he sprang forward like a jack-in-the-box and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on my cheek. “Love you!” he yelled, bolting from the car.
‘show me what you can really do, old man’, and he knocked me out in less than thirty seconds,”
“Have you…uh…seen anyone?” He tutted. “Now son, that would be cheating.”
Who was this motherfucker? Jacky Chan?
“I…don’t…want…to…die,” he cried softly,
She could call me whatever she wanted, and I would still fall to my knees at her feet in worship.