” “I don’t like the idea of shaving down there, and besides, Sean never eats me, he just fucks me.” This was m...re than I wanted to know, but she persisted. “You remember Ralph, the store manager I lived with. Well, he loved to eat me, and loved my pussy hair. If Sean doesn’t ever eat me, why does he want me to shave.” I had no answer for her. Dumbfounded I said, “I have no idea sweetie, but if you love to be eaten, then the man in your life wants. All three were big men and from their ruddy faces, I assumed that they had been drinking on their way north.Since I was weaponless, except for my bayonet, I looked for a way out, grabbed Gertrude and made for the back hall."Stop right there," commanded a voice behind us, and in the doorway stood the broad-chested man in purple, a very large pistol in his hand. I put the woman behind me and faced him, my hand on her hip. I could feel her tremble. "What the hell are you doing in my house, with my. Come to me. It was difficult to play the rhythm correctly and also coax the manna, but I managed. Still, we couldn't quite draw it in. Maybe when everyone got a little better, or maybe when we had a bigger audience, or maybe the problem was something else entirely.I noticed that my friends seemed to be getting somewhat bored, so I said, "There are other things the rhythm guitarist can do besides just playing four strums on the beat. One is to provide an alternating bass line. On every other. I have committed adultery with a man of the cloth and am going to have a baby.”After confession that night there was no sex in the teacher’s lounge. Father Aloysius told her that there was indeed a better way. “It’s a simple medical examination Molly.” Each knew there was more to the simple medical examination than a doctor palpating her vagina with his finger. But neither the pregnant Catholic girl nor the Catholic priest would even whisper the word “abortion.”Father Al said, “There is another.
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