First, I was angry because he scared the shit out of me by sitting in the darkness behind a pushed-down closet.
Then I was angry because he so brazenly presented me with something I knew only from porn, and it was GIRLS wearing these.
I knew this day would come; even if I wanted to push it away, it would eventually be impossible, given the intimate stuff we had already done.
Knowing Henry was not only a greedy puppy but also a very horny one as well, I figured there would be a time he'd try to touch my ass and get beaten.
But I didn't expect it to come in this fucked-up, brazen way...
Why did we even have to talk about such embarrassing gay shit?
Why not see where it would go while making out? Though I would still beat him to death if his fingers ever wandered too far down.
But all these reasons weren't why I was absolutely furious—the most infuriating part was that he automatically assumed I would spread my legs for him.
AREN'T WE BOTH MEN?
DON'T WE HAVE THE SAME PARTS?
