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It’s like I’m not enough as a person, I also have to return their desires too. Like I’m a bank. Like I’m not a person.” I sat down beside her gently and looped an arm around her shoulder for support. She looked at me expecting me to say something, but I never did, just smiling sadly. She took that as a cue to continue. “Carson was asian like the first guy I met here to make me think, innocent ‘Huh. Maybe.’ Well, maybe fucking not.” Her smile was now gone. “I was totally fine with him sleeping around, but now that he’s asked me, it’s like a spell has been broken. Even when he japanese told me he does that, it didn’t even register that that’s all he wanted from me. Until he asked.” “It may not be all he wants from you. He might genuinely enjoy your company and just also… also be a man, a hormonal man, and want to have sex with you.” Molly’s smile returned softly. “I wasn’t expecting you to take his side today on anything.” I had to stomach the sudden discomfort that I wasn’t talking about him at all. “But maybe. It still doesn’t change much. He wants that from me. They all want exotic that from me. That’s all they’re interested in, and the actual ‘getting to know me’ thing isn’t interest or whatever, it’s foreplay or it’s getting information so they know how to ask me at just the right situation where I’m weak and say yes. They don’t even know who I am.” She shook her head sadly. “If someone were to ask Carson to describe me in one word, it wouldn’t actually describe me. It would be some bullshit like ‘flawless’ to make me go all ‘aww’ but reinforce how… how nothing I am to him. I’m nothing to him.” She was now pouting, still staring at the floor with my arm around her. Slowly, her eyes trailed up from the floor to meet mine. “In a word, Aaron. What am I?” This was the perfect opportunity for cheesiness, but something held me back. It felt right, but something felt… righter. A grin shone on my face as I quietly replied, “Short.” Molly immediately grinned back, pushing me away playfully. “You jackass.” she laughed, then composed herself, going back into thought mode. “Maybe I wouldn’t like the truest answer anyway. ‘Naive.’ ‘Manipulable.’ I…” She stood up, clearly feeling fidgety, walked halfway across the room, and turned to face me. “You know, Carson had the biggest chance. Out of all of them. If you want to talk realistically, if he had just waited, or… or fuck, cared…” Her face went blank as she stared at mine for a few seconds. “Thanks, Aaron.” “What did I do?” “You’re just… there for me.” she replied slowly. “You’re the only one, I guess besides Chris, who can tell me they’re a friend that’s there for me and I’ll believe them. You’re a good guy, and actual good guy, and you’re right, most of these guys are just trouble. I wish guys like Carson were more like you. Maybe then I’d have some friends japan where I know they actually had good intentions and no ulterior motives.” That was my breaking point. You wanna try?” It ran over my stockings and half way to exotic my knee. “Tyler, when you see me, do you see a boy or do japan you see a girl? Second offense, since the first punishment didn’t take you will, without any help, clean out the garage, wash and wax everyone’s car/vacuum the inside/and lose your cell phone for a month. I pulled out of her and fell back, waiting for the milk I had drunk just then to restore my stamina like before. In these 15 square feet, I have innocent the highest chance of getting japanese trashed.” And I noticed several places on Mel that would need antibiotic ointment and band-aids. For now, though, I want this moment to be ours, I want to hear you say you love me, just to give me something special to remember, can you do that for me?” “They always use fractions.” “Just enjoy it, honey!” I groaned, holding my daughter to my breast. The DJ gladly handed asian it over to our guest. We embraced and he whispered: “You’re a special girl, Phyllis. Then he took one in his mouth, devouring as much as he could.