yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest

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she can do anything
she's got big sexual frustration problems. she wants to fuck everyone and not have to feel any emotional factors. i cant stand listening to this bullshit when its sunny outside and we're trapped in a six by twelve foot camper trailer. she's marching back and forth from the front steps up to the bed down to the bathroom at the end. she's sputtering and sputtering and pushing the junk in her head out her mouth and supposedly into my ears. the trailer is much too small i'm realizing now. she's moving pots around on the miniature stove. shes rubbing her wet hands onto her thighs and saying 'i know you understand' repeatedly. i'm chewing on my nails on foldout bed that doubles as a table. the trailers guts are all orange and brown, 1970s colors. 'can you believe my parents are letting me keep this?' i nod. she shuffles through a drawer. 'i got pot from my dad. we can go smoke it out the bedroom window.' we moved up the three stairs to the bed. i laid on my stomach with the cigarette poking through the screen and she laid next to me. she coughed a little but my lungs were used to the constant abuse. 'i need to get some.' she only says these things when she wants me to do something about it. she only has me smoke pot when she wants me to do something about her sexual frustration. so, i kissed her. it wasnt magic, it never is. i felt so horribly turned Off but i'd already started something. she's insane with all the moaning she does. she'll do it even if youre not touching her. she tells me to look under the bed. i am disturbed by what i find. she tells me a story about how she and linds went to the porn shop and bought this accessory. there was a time when she could thrill me but not now. i thought about a promise i made to myself. i thought about roger, this hot guy at the friendly toast and i put my fingers inside of her for a few minutes, packed up my stuff and made plans to never lay on her bed again no matter how much pot she offered me.

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