"I instructed my family not to contact me at all in February. They, unlike you, understand."

In fact, you did not say a nice, kind or conciliatory word to me for the last more than one month that you were here. You were always criticizing me. I had to keep my mouth shut and not even defend myself because otherwise it would get even worse.

In reality, not only did I not cause you any trouble at all, but much of what you accomplished was because of me. For example, I called Shelly Penaloza at Coopers & Lybrand in Houston and got them to reimburse you for the $800 airline ticket. Otherwise, they might never have done it. (After all, you had gone there on your own, looking for a job.)

I never told you about that because you would just have gotten even madder at me.

Also, you kept complaining that I was talking all the time, preventing you from sleeping at night.

If we had made a record of the conversation, it would have shown that 80% of the talking was done by you. I was trying to grope for some way to get you to change your attitude and be nice to me for a change. I was searching for those magic words.

I cannot tell you how many times I almost lost my self control and just reached over and started fucking you, as I easily could have done.

Yet, I always somehow kept my cool and just lay there allowing you to make all kinds of critical remarks about how everything was wrong about me and how this or that guy was much better.

Really, the best times were when you actually jumped on top of me two or three times, because of something I said that you did not like. Then, I really could have grabbed you and started fucking you really hard in my own self defense and you could have said nothing about it.

Instead, I just lay there passively, with you on top of me, as though nothing was happening.

Let's be frank for a change: What this is really all about is that you knew that you had gone too far, disappearing for 36 hours (who knows who with), leaving me locked out of the house, then sneaking into the basement claiming that you had been there all along, pretending like everything was normal. Not only did you never apologize, but you actually started to verbally abuse me in the most provocative way both that night and the next morning, as though I had done something wrong.

You knew that as a result of your doing this, if you did not move out and if you came home that night as normal, I was going to fuck you, really really hard.

You were going to lose your control. I was not going to give you the little bitty fucking the way you always wanted it, with you in charge. I was finally for the first time going to fuck you the way that I wanted to fuck you.

And then, after that, I was going to fuck you again, and fuck you again, and fuck you and fuck you and fuck you and fuck you and you were finally going to get fucked the way you ought to get fucked.

And then, after that, I was going to fuck you some more.

And fuck you again.

And fuck you some more.

And again, and some more.

And let's not have any more BS. You know and I know that if and when you ever come here again, from the moment that you walk in this door, you are going to get fucked. You are going to get carried up the stairs and laid down and you are going to get fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked.

And after that, I am going to fuck you some more

PS You have often said that you want men to notice you. You want to turn heads. You want men to lust after you.

Now, you have got it.

I know for a fact that there are men lusting for you all over the world right now. They are cutting out your picture. They are rubbing their cum all over your face. They are punching holes in you.

Here is a link: A test link.