For a while. A long while. Stuff has been piling up for a while.” “How long is ‘a while,’ Molly?” I asked incredulously, no longer slouching on the bed. “I didn’t exactly mark down the day.” Molly replied lamely. She chuckled slightly, but the chuckle quickly turned into an uncomfortable cough as her eyes welled up. “I don’t… like myself. I really don’t like myself. I started drinking a long time ago. I was smart about it, I knew to only drink if I thought you weren’t going to barge in or if you were out or something…” My face flooded with guilt as I realized that whenever I was out having sex with some college girl, Molly was hating herself and drinking her problems away, slowly destabilizing. All this time and I could have seen the signs, I could have helped her if I wasn’t so obsessed with getting another notch on my belt. “…and it was nice.” Molly continued. “Probably bad for me, but at least Bhabhi it felt nice. I forgot a lot when I was drunk. I’d wake up and see I texted like six people I haven’t talked to in months. I forgot about the world, for just a few hours. I forgot about why I didn’t like myself. Sometimes I’d just straight-up forget the fact that I didn’t like myself.” She turned to face me and smiled plainly. “So it’s not your fault, Aaron. You didn’t make me like this.” “Molly… I’m so fuck sorry…” I slowly started. Molly shrugged. “Don’t be. It’s whatever. I don’t want to care about it. I get why I need to stop, but it just helped me overall. It does suck because it costs a lot, and I know you judge me for it.” “No, I don’t, don’t worry.” I soothed her. “I know you do.” she fired back with some heat. We met eyes and I could see behind the anger, a girl whose trust I’d broken before pleading with me not to lie to her, never to lie to her again. I had to admit, I’d fallen into the habit of telling her what I thought she wanted to hear the most, and in the meantime, had refrained from telling her what I thought and felt. Maybe what I should have been telling her. “Okay, yes. I’m worried though.” I defended myself. “I don’t think it’s how you should… I mean…” “Live? How I should live?” Molly asked me. I nodded. “Yeah, I’m making a few of those mistakes.” she chuckled to herself. “But I’m making them on my own terms.” We even formed a Major League Gaming Squad called the P-Stars (Porn Stars). “Uh, yeah, sure.” he mumbled, still spent. All of the equipment was evidently paid for, so once the police released the crime scene, the lease was voided out by the owners of the strip mall and it was just a matter of Stan cleaning everything out and making it look like Momma Ling’s had never existed. What does this have to do with anything? The sour reek filled my nose as I scrabbled to gain my footing. Damn, Kei had those huge tits. I’m sure my grandmother would approve of you, Sarah too, although I must be getting soft in the head and losing my edge, me, love them and leave them Iron McCord blowing kisses? • 13 TV channels and HBO We drive out to her mansion. For the most part they felt they were fairly treated, but not surprisingly they all felt the food could be better. I didn‘t know how to get it started…this was brand new. He gripped my ponytail and groaned, “I love you, too, slut.” Somehow, I don’t know why I know I can trust you. “My twin brother Charlie and I were close. Mike, I need a good man in my life, and Sara needs a father figure. Then I went to bed. “Good; fucking good.” Hang on to your hats. She pressed herself fuck up to me again, locking lips with mine, wasting no time. Now Bhabhi she toyed nervously with the collar of her borrowed khaki shirt. Her breasts try their best to tear through her sweater. “You and I are two, Dakota and Tina are two, and I would like to invite Sgt. Johnson and a plus one.” I answered. She was wearing a teddy. Draco gave her a look of surprise but shrugged as he considered the idea.