I don’t mind because I love it, all of you, cantankerous, out of touch, snobbish and cold, because I know it is you behind your long hours and cruel...bosses, it is you who will kiss me and hold me with the sweetness and love no one has ever come close to. It is you who will sit through my rages and tears and insecurities with the patience of saints and the wisdom of ages. We are not children, nor adults when we hold each other, just two frightened humans in a beautiful, wicked world. And I will. At the home of the sixteen-year-old, we found a thick packet of medical records.“Mom! Get your ass out here,” the girl yelled.Her mom came out looking pissed and about to tear into the girl when she saw me. She was a stick, so were this large girl’s sisters.I had the fat girl’s mom sit down and told her, “If I ever hear you say anything that makes your daughter feel guilt, or even uncomfortable, about her weight, I will take custody of all your children.”“You can’t do that,” she said, sitting. In fact she lost out on all what he termed his recognization of 'his type of woman'. She had tits, but just, she was thin, not a skeleton but certainly not the plump and cuddling women that he loved. She also wasn't dressed as a cyclists and her bike was one of the very early 'woman's bike' that existed decades ago. The only upmarket accessory that she had was a helmet. She was dressed in a blouse and skirt, not the type of dress cyclists now wore. "I'll help you with that", he said as the bike. I pause once to lick my lips, and I can't suppress a shiver, imagining my tongue running over your hard nipples. Smiling, you lean forward a bit, giving me an even better glance down your plunging neckline. You are unbearably horny, your masturbations ceasing to ease the hunger that rage inside of you."Everything okay?"I gulp, and with a slight flush to my high cheekbones, nod and resume to fiddle with my groceries. You sigh. So now he was going to play shy, you think to yourself. What a damn.
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