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I liked hurting girls.
Welp
One of my “victims” stuck my head on an electric cooker ring.
Jesus christ
because I’d been taking the pith out of hiths listhp.
LOL THIS LINE WHAT THE FUCK
They say the sea is actually black and that it merely reflects the blue sky above. So it was with me. I allowed you to admire yourself in my eyes. I provided a service. I listened and listened and listened. You stored yourself in me.
Unkind to Womankind. That was my mission.
An ex–band publicist with a superb arse that had survived a young daughter. I woke up one morning and there was an eight-year-old girl watching as I tried to extricate myself from the freckled tentacles of her comatose mother. And then after she guilted me into walking her to school, I got the feeling that mother and daughter made full use of the men that passed through their lives.
SHEEESH
Hurt people hurt people more skillfully. An expert heartbreaker knows the effect of each incision. The blade slips in barely noticed, the pain and the apology delivered at the same time.
“This is what I look like when I’m pretending to listen to your boring conversation.” I froze my sweetest expression, my innocent blues eyes widening in pseudo-interest, the same expression I’d used on teachers. Pen eyed me with suspicion. Here was something new. I turned my face away, like an impressionist readying himself for his next character.
What the fuckkkkk
Because if I don’t want you, and believe me I don’t, then I don’t want you being happy with someone else when there’s any doubt that I might get another girl.”
?!?!?!?!
so I added, “Your cunt is loose.” She heard it but wasn’t quite sure how to react. I could help her with that, too. “Let me put it another way. Your vagina is baggy . . . feels overused.”
WHAT. THE. FUCK???
Romance has killed more people than cancer. Okay, maybe not killed, but dulled more lives. Removed more hope, sold more medication, caused more tears.
Sheeeesh
The answer came to me when I slipped into her bed after cooking my special boned chicken, the preparation of which scared even me because it involved so much tearing of flesh from bone. She was engaged to be married. I hated her for that. It emerged in conversation that being a virgin embarrassed her. She didn’t want her fiancé to find her still intact on their wedding night.
