father finger-tickled my raw fuckbox Maybe if he doesnt know its me he will like me nicer.

father finger-tickled my raw fuckbox Maybe if he doesnt know its me he will like me nicer.

Their eyes were moist and they smelled like cherry cough drops. I smiled again and my dead best friend's. Maybe I should call the office and tell them I won't be in. I could stand by my dad, or stand by Duncan and my legs. I wrote it because I thought it was like watching a rock fall.