IN THE BACK SEAT
I suppose that I'm that way about a lot of things—about as cautious and considerate as a teenage boy in the back seat of a car when his virgin princess says, “No, don't!”, but her eyes are closed and her legs are spread wide and her trembling arms are pressed against her breasts, secretly exciting the nipples. Someone says, “Unngh! Gimme that, put it in, I need it!” and if we aren't sure who said it, it doesn't matter. If no one else said it, it was me. I'm like that. I get tired of everyone pretending to be so nice. I even get tired of people being that nice.
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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)