hey, you want to hear my short story now?
i can read it to you.
well, i changed the ending a little.
well, actually, it's the same, but longer. i think it's better. more. raw.
but it won't make any sense if you hear it out of context.
so you don't want to hear my new ending?
you're tired of me. i can tell.
you've lost interest. you hardly even sweat any more when we have sex.
look, vi, i don't blame you. you feel you feel pity now. the pleasure isn't there any more. the kinkiness has gone. you've become kind.
". but when he saw her. it was as if he could walk like a normal person. his legs didn't swing, his arms didn't spaz away. he wasn't a freak any more, for she made him forget his affliction. no more cerebral palsy! from now on "cp" stood for. cerebral person. he was a cerebral person.
what do you want?
what the fuck are you talking about? what's ok?
your story was terrible!
patronizing fuck! if you had just been honest with me in the first place i wouldn't have read it. i knew it was shit. but - idiot! - i believed you!
well, i sure didn't hear you voice your opinion in there when it mattered.
you just want to fuck him. like catherine and every other white cunt on campus.
freak.
you're all. sweaty!
this is bullshit! her story was the truth!