She had learned not to take it personally. It was just that no one in the blasted newspaper community knew good writing if it bit them in the arse, th...at was all. She pushed her lap top computer away from her and lay back on the bed that she had been sitting cross legged on.For a moment last evening she was sure that everything was going to break into violence. It wouldn't have been the first time. Perhaps she had been a bit flip with that biker and his hands, but she had always been a creature. In your skull, you feel the point of a terrible headache to come. All the guys you met in the club have gone to sit around the stripper. They're ordering shots. Tequila. Vodka. Nothing you feel like. You crawl on a bar stool and close your eyes."Troppo sbronzo?"You jump. The girl didn't sit down next to you or anything, she just kind of... appeared.You shrug. "No parlo Italiano."She smiles kindly and repeats. "Too drunk?" More like not enough." You turn the stool to face her. Her voice was a. 40 or so minutes just like a normal massage then as normal he would begin rimming my ass and lubing up his fingers and start to open me up. After a while of this and my hole was relaxed, he gets a little more forceful and climbs on the table spreads my legs and wraps 1 arm under my hips. I help to lift myself from the table, pushing my hips up and back. He easily slides in, and he is a thick 9”. A huge rush comes over me and with my head lifted I notice a guy in a chair in the corner beating. In the middle of our last week of school my mother, who'd been sick for a while, passed. It hit me especially hard because my mother and I had always been close. I just didn't understand her death. She confided in me when she was hospitalized and knew that she wasn't going to make it. She'd known all along; it was cancer. Breast cancer took my mother away from me. Well maybe it wasn't the disease. Maybe it was her inability to face the disease and the possible changes to her life.Josh sat with.