They always come back.
The second girl that I haven't seen in years has darkened my doorstep. Contacting me on telegram, which I didn't even know was possible, she talked to me by immediately launching into a sob story about how she needs money. Translation: wanna fuck? This was a girl I liked. I trusted her to stay at my place while went to work. I came home to discover half my shit was missing. The courts ordered her to pay several thousand in restitution.
So of course I told her I'd pick her up. We negotiated 80, took her to my place, and I blew my load in her. Took her back home. Very simple. unfortunately, that’s as good as it’s ever going to get between us.


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