. unhappy like me.”“You’re not the first person on this campus to find himself wanting more out of a girl than submission and sex. You know, may...be you should talk to Joey about joining the Group. You do have some of the skills.”“The Group?” he laughed with disbelief. “I can’t do anything that can compare to what Joey or the rest of them can do. Besides, I’ve been their toy thing. They’d never see me as anything else. Or at least that’s how I’d always feel.”“You’re not telepathic, but you CAN. Day 1 on Monday:After my dad left in the morning, I went to college, but not even for one second my mind was in my studies I was dreaming about my mom. I wanted to go home as early as possible; the devil in me was not listening to me. Knowing that my mom is enjoying the stories about a son fucking her own mom, entering his manhood from where he has come to make her soul happy. Now after a long wait, it is the turn of the son to make that unsatisfied body happy of his mom.I finished my college. " It was a deeper voice thistime. My voice. I looked up, and up, and what I saw was myself. Myold self. He took the cell phone from off of the bench, pressed thescreen a couple times, then showed it to me."Ugh, I an barely see anything in that last picture I took," he said."I thought I got a decent shot of you sitting, but the lighting in thisstation is pretty bad." No!" I sounded like a small child. "Don't try to act like me! Stopit! Stop stealing my life!"He looked down at me. . I will never bullshit you, I won’t lie or bend the truth. We mean too much to me and I know we mean too much to you too. I know you worry, I worry too, the stupid thing is we both worry that we’re not good enough for the other.“Worry, fine, I do. Hate every minute we’re apart. If you think I’m ever going to lie to you or not be straight, then mister, we will have problems. You won’t be getting rid of me either, I can’t bollock you if I do.”Thankfully she finished her little tirade with a laugh..