Call me Baby

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  1. bistander

    bistander Well-Known Member Multi-CAW Finalist KAW Winner

    Call me Baby

    The smell of sex was strong. Madeline's face was stuffed in a pillow, her balled fists were filled with wads of sheet, and her ass was shoved upward. John's fingertips dug into her hips, using them for leverage. The sound of his grunts, groans, and their flesh slapping drown out Madeline's muffled whimpers. His swinging balls punched, punched, punched her bald pussy every time his groin slammed into her ass. Her intestines were quivering. John shuddered, jerked, and arched back, lodging his bloated cock head in the girl's anal tube. His sack cinched around his balls. He yanked his cock free. The inflamed anus hung wide open. He pounded his fist down the ass-slimed erection, shooting a stream directly into the dark tunnel. The freshly bored hole snapped shut, yawned and closed again. John smiled and rammed the full length of engorged, spurting cock through the abused sphincter. The cushions of Madeline's cheeks rippled with the impact of his body. He hunched and jerked, emptying his balls in her ass.

    John's waning boner slipped from the girl's slurping hole. He watched the flame-red ass tissue struggle to regain its original snug, puckered pinkness. Then he fell onto his side and apologized for breaking his promise. Whatever it was that the little vixen made him agree to, John felt it would be worth it. How often do you get to have a virgin asshole? “I'm gonna take a shower,” John said. His apologies had fallen on deaf ears.



    I flipped my pillow, wet side down, and turned my back to John's side of the bed, wondering how many times the man had said he was sorry. There was no excuse for such a severe fucking when you tell someone it's your first time doing anal. "I got caught up in the moment," wasn't an excuse for that kind of behavior, even if I lied about it being my first time. Of course, I had never done it with a dick like John's. He was enormous compared to any that I've tried or even seen. At first, it hurt like hell, and I cried out, but once my fingers were on my clit and inside my pussy, I came, and came, and came. Now, I hate myself, again.

    A girl can't cry foul after an orgasm like that. If I got off, I must have liked having my asshole wrecked by that man's gigantic cock. After all, I am the slut who put myself in this situation. Didn't I ask for it?

    Oh, yes, I sure did, but that doesn't make what John did okay. Although, the ends do justify the means, don't they? The look on John's face when I disclose my secrets will be well worth a sore asshole, but what about the rest of this? It shouldn't have taken so long. Maybe I should have settled before I had time to find out John wasn't the scumbag I wanted him to be. The longer the relationship went on, the more my feelings changed. I needed John to be like my grandfather. That would make it easy.

    It's too late now, I tell myself and think about the ass raping I got tonight. It took a long time, but the deal is sealed. Tomorrow is the day of reckoning for Mr. John, and I'll know if revenge is as sweet as pussy.



    After a quick shower and a little more whiskey, John returned to find Madeline sound asleep. She seemed to be smiling, and he hoped she was dreaming about him. John went around the bed and lifted the covers to admire Madeline's ass. It was special. She had the best heart-shaped butt he had ever seen. It was incredible, and the first thing John had noticed the night he met Madeline in that bar. Next, he saw her large, jiggling tits. It seemed impossible for such a rack to be unleashed without sagging. He checked out her face, and unlike her body, it was more cute than sexy. Her nipples stiffened, and her breasts swished as she walked toward him. She might be old enough to drink, he thought, but John knew she was too young for him. He offered to buy her one, anyway.

    When John got Madeline home that night, the first time he stuffed his cock in her, she was so tight he couldn't believe she had ever had sex. He would never forget how it felt. That was where anything seeming too young about her ended, though. The girl fucked like a seasoned nymphomaniac, starving for sex. They spent most of that weekend in bed. John considered himself the luckiest thirty-four-year-old man on Earth.

    For the past year, John had been fucking the twenty-one-year-old goddess every which way, except anal. The only thing that appeared as young as Madeline's face, without makeup, was that tiny little anus. The tender, dime-sized pink ring looked like a twelve-year-old's asshole. It amazed him every time he licked it, poked it, and asked if he could fuck it. Madeline was a freak in bed, and did everything else, but that she wouldn't do. What had changed?

    Tonight, the girl had suddenly wanted it. It baffled John, but he didn't ask questions. Madeline had two simple conditions. One, promise to go easy, and two, agree to let her do something she wanted to do tomorrow. That made John nervous, but Madeline laughed and said, “Don't worry, Daddy, I promise it doesn't involve a strap-on, and it won't hurt.” Daddy was what she called him when she was being cute, so he agreed. He would have to keep his second promise because he hadn't kept the first.

    John got in the bed facing Madeline's back, wishing his feelings hadn't changed. It was one thing to have a fling with a younger woman, but when he started thinking of marriage, the thirteen years between them was a concern. At least I'm not old enough to be her father, John thought. Tomorrow, was Saturday and he expected it to be another great weekend, maybe the best yet, so he wouldn't think about which ring to buy until Monday. Perhaps then, she would agree to move in so he could wake up with her every day.




    The next morning, after John went to start the coffee, I sat on the edge of the bed and steeled my nerves. I had told him I needed a few minutes to get a surprise ready for him. The look on John's face suggested he had a good idea what it was. He had been right about part of it, the part he would love, but he couldn't possibly know about all the surprises coming his way.

    I tapped my thumb on the phone, and the display read, “Dialing Georgina...” I fidgeted, waiting for the voice I needed to hear. A woman's voice came through the speaker, “Hi, baby. How are you?”

    For the first time in days, a genuine smile spread across my face. “Mm, I'm good. It's good to hear your voice.”

    “I hate it when you stay there. I miss you already,” Georgina said.

    My hand slipped between my legs. “Mm, me too, but don't worry, you'll have me all to yourself once this is over.”

    “I know, you keep telling me that, but why has it gone on so long?” Georgina asked. “Have you changed your mind about him?”

    “No, it just took more time than I expected,” I said. “I've got this, I'm doing it for us, I have to.”

    “No, you don't have to,” Georgina said. “Baby, we have each other. That's enough for me.”

    “It's almost over, and it'll be worth it, I swear, it'll be worth it,” I said. “I got a surprise for you.”

    “Ooh, what, what is it?”

    “It's too big to tell you over the phone. I'll tell you later. I need to see the look on your face.”

    “Okay, if you say so,” Georgina said.

    "I better go. I love you more than anything. I'll be home as soon as I'm done here."

    “Me too,” Georgina said. “Be careful.”

    “I will.”



    John was naked, sitting at the table, listening to the chug-chug of the coffee brewer. Madeline had seemed distant, resisting any cuddling, but she said she had a surprise for him. John decided to play it cool. If she walked into the kitchen in the lingerie he bought her last weekend, that would be a good sign. Mm, mm, Madeline had looked delicious when she strutted out of the change room on those three-inch heels, wearing a red MAPALÉ Cage lace wireless bra and garter set. The mesh, crotchless panties cupped her young swells of pussy, making them bulge with each step she took. She stopped in front of him, spun on one foot, and did a runway model walk back. The garters cutting across her bare cheeks added a new dimension to sexy. He tried like hell to get into that fitting room with her, but she knew what would happen, and there was a salesgirl lurking about.



    I looked in the mirror, and damn, I looked so hot, I wanted to do myself. The black stockings and garter set enhanced the red panties and bra. I turned around and looked over my shoulder. The black straps cutting across my butt cheeks were incredibly sexy. John thought he was buying me something for his enjoyment, but Georgina worked at that store, and she picked out what she wanted to see me in. That's why I wouldn't let John fuck me in the dressing room. Now, I can't wait to walk into the house and throw off my long, black coat. Georgina will go insane. She'll know how to make my sore hole feel better.

    Now, it was time to take care of business. I had this plan ready for months, but I'm still nervous. Giving up my asshole got John to promise, but that didn't mean he'd let me have my way. Although, if he was sorry about last night, that would make it easier. The cold shoulder he got when he tried to cuddle, that should have put him on alert. When he sees me wearing this, he'll probably do anything I tell him to do.



    Madeline strutted into the kitchen on those heels, stopped in front of the Mr. Coffee, and twisted, looking back over her shoulder. John was encouraged by the lingerie, and her lurid smirk gave him the courage to ask, “You still mad at me?”

    “Why would I be mad?”

    It was never good when a woman answers a question with a question. “I thought you might be because things got a little rough last night. You went to sleep without saying anything.”

    Good, Madeline thought, he feels guilty. “Mm, they did, but you're gonna make it up to me. Right?”

    John smiled and gave her a nod. She turned back to the coffee maker and eased up on the balls of her feet, tightening her ass. Nothing made a girl's legs and ass look better than high heels and tiptoes.

    After pouring coffee for both of them, Madeline set the cups on the table and pulled out a chair. There was the backpack. She put it on the floor, patted the seat. “Sit here.” John furrowed his brow. She put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. “You promised.”

    “Oh, we're doing it now?”

    With pursed lips, Madeline nodded. John moved to the chair. It was in the void between the table and the counter, not close enough to either to make them a useful place for his coffee. She saw that his dick was filling out. “That's better.” She straddled his lap. The mesh tightened around each plump pussy lip and tugged at them. The first sparks of excitement ignited deep in her pussy tube. Moisture gathered between her lips. She pushed her chest forward. John tried to kiss a nipple, but she took it away and sat on his thighs. She leaned back, opened her legs and traced the groove between her parted labia with the tip of her index finger. John's eyes followed. Cool air taunted her slit. He licked his lips.

    Madeline poked her finger under John's chin and pushed up. His head tipped back until she was staring into his eyes. She pressed her cherry flavored lips to his. He slipped his tongue into her mouth. John had told her, more than once, that she kissed with more passion than any woman he had ever been with. That was something she was proud of. She turned up the heat, sucking his stretched tongue like a cock.

    “Oooh, is that what I think it is?” Madeline lifted up and reached between her legs. “Are you having naughty thoughts about me?” She squeezed John's growing cock. “I better get off your lap.”

    “Please don't,” John said.

    She squatted in front of him. Her knees opened wide and so did the crotch of the panties, distracting John long enough for her to reach inside the bag. He gave her a curious look. She returned a devilish grin and licked the tip of his cock. He smiled in anticipation. She sucked the head in, circling the dense flesh with her tongue while wrapping padded straps around his ankles. “Hey, what's that?” he asked.

    With John's cock resting on her forehead and her nose stuffed in his sack, she peered around the shaft and inhaled deeply. “Mmm,” she purred and fastened the straps around the chair legs. “Yummy.” She blew on his hanging balls. They rolled with the changing shape of his scrotum. John opened his mouth to speak, but she sucked his nuts into her throat.

    “Ahhh, what are you doing?” John asked. She popped his balls in and out of her mouth and cinched his ankles to the wooden legs. “Hey.”

    “You just relax,” Madeline said and licked his dick, finishing off at the head as if she were a little girl with an ice cream cone. “After what you did to my ass last night, you owe me this.” He nodded reluctantly. “Good.” She stood up with the backpack and went behind him. “Give me your hands.”

    “Hold on,” John said. “You already got my feet locked up.”

    “You agreed,” Madeline said. “Close your eyes and relax. It's not going to hurt. I promised, and I keep my promises.” That was true, she didn't plan to cause him any physical pain.

    John did as he was instructed. Madeline guided his arms behind the chair and wrapped his wrists. He peeked. She wagged her finger at him. He closed his eyes again, and she finished the job.

    "Okay, that does it," she said and yanked on the straps. John's hands were pulled down the back legs of the chair. His eyes opened wide. Not only were his hands and feet fastened to the chair legs, but a seat belt was also wrapped around his waist, cutting into his hips. She watched him tugged with his arms and smiled when he realized his struggle only tightened the binders around his ankles. When he pushed his butt forward or shifted side to side, a noose tightened around his cock and balls.

    “Relax, or you'll spoil all the fun and make your balls purple.”

    “I don't like feeling powerless,” he said. “And my balls are tingling. Can you loosen that a bit?”

    “Don't worry.” She removed her bra and knelt in front of him. “I plan on fucking you senseless, so I won't let anything happen to this.” She rested her chest on his groin and sandwiched his cock between her tits.

    “I'm still not crazy about it.”

    Madeline ignored John and wrapped her hands around his cock, giving it a double-fisted tug. "I don't think I've ever seen you this big and stiff. It's so hard.” She tightened her grip. “The veins are bulging and rolling under my fingers. Mm, this is gonna feel good.” She stood up and straddled the pulsing erection. Her pussy bulged into the opening of the panties. She bent her knees and pressed her hairless flesh on to his purple knob.

    John stared at her crotch. She rocked, sliding her wetness across the tip of John's prick. It jerked with another surge of blood. He thrust upward, but instead of driving his massive cock inside her, he tightened the cord around his package. She grinned and backed up. His dick wobbled side-to-side. It looked like it might pop if he got any more excited.

    Madeline turned around, bent over and eased her ass back. "You like that?" she asked and reached between her legs, grabbed him and roughly thrashed her pussy with his cock head. "You like destroying little girl's holes with this freakish porn cock? Did you get off on splitting my virgin ass and packing me full of your cum? You proud of yourself?"

    “Huh?” John stiffened. The cords tightened. “Um, I—What's this about? You still mad about last night?”

    “Control,” Madeline said, “it's about control, not having control.” She spun around. “Being controlled, and it's about reconciliation.”

    “Reconciliation, what are you talking about?”

    Madeline tugged on his boner and bounced his balls. "That's right, reconciliation, but—" She smashed her tits into his face while reaching over to the table. "First, I guess, there has to be introductions." She came back with a piece of paper in her hand and got back in position, burrowing his cock head into her pussy lips. "Mm."

    “Introductions? Baby, you're making me nervous,” John said. “What is that?”

    Madeline unfolded the paper and held it in his face. “It's too close.” He pushed his head back. “I can't read it.”

    “Sorry.” She adjusted the distance. “Can you read it now?”

    He scanned the sheet. “It's a birth certificate. Who's April Ford?” he asked.

    Madeline held his dick steady and applied more pressure. “It's me,” she said and took a few seconds to enjoy the utter shock and confusion on John's face. “It's my birth certificate.”

    “Wait, that's not your name.” He kept looking. “What are you talking about? Whoever April Ford is, she's only sixteen. This isn't you. Untie me. Let me loose!”

    “No, look again, I just had a birthday, I turned seventeen,” Madeline said and plunged John's cock into her pussy. “Oh, yes, yes, you feel so good.”

    “No, stop, stop fucking me,” John said.

    “Ah, noooah, not yet,” she said and wrapped her hands around John's neck. “I want you to cum in me again.”

    “No, stop, I said no. I don't want to.”

    Madeline worked her cunt on the top half of his dick, in short, fast thrusts. She knew how to make a guy cum, whether he wanted to or not. “Oh, Daddy, you fuck me so good.” The first burst made her grin. She sat down and took all of John's pumping erection. “Ahhh, shit, oh, shit, your baby juice is squirting into my womb, again.”

    “Why, why the fuck are you doing this?” John asked. “Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

    Madeline didn't say anything until she had milked every last drop of cum from him. "I had to teach you a lesson. Nobody should have to do something they don't want to. Right? And I wanted to see the expression on your face when you realized you were fucking a minor."

    “What are you talking about? Have you lost your fuckin' mind?”

    "Mm, maybe," she said. "Maybe, the way you seem to lose yours sometimes. You know, like last night, and with Jennifer. Isn't that what happened with Jennifer? You remember her, don't you?"

    “Jennifer?” he shook his head. “Who's Jennifer? Let me loose.”

    “You don't remember her? You really shouldn't drink so much.”

    “No. This is ridiculous, untie me!”

    “Not yet,” Madeline said. “Jennifer, you probably called her Jenny. Remember, you used to sing, Jenny, Jenny, I got your number off the bathroom wall?”

    John's expression changed. “Oh, Jenny, yeah, I kind of remember her.”

    “You only kind of remember her? I bet she never forgot you. No, who would forget being held down and having a giant dick forced in them.”

    “I never forced her to do anything,” he said. “We partied, got pretty drunk and high together, but I didn't force her. Let me go.”

    Madeline smashed her chest into John's face again and grabbed something else off the table. “Let's see what Jenny remembered. This is her journal.” She opened the book and started reading:

    “We were drinking, yeah, and I was pretty drunk, I guess, but I said no. I know I did. A bunch of times. Didn't I? Then why did I get off? Doesn't that mean I might have wanted it? No, John knew. I told him I wasn't ever gonna let him put that thing in my pussy. It was too big for me. I'm only fourteen. He knew that. Why couldn't he have been happy with another blow job? Damn it, what the fuck.”

    "I swear, I don't remember ever having sex with her," John said. "We weren't even dating. I just knew her, but I was a senior, and she was a freshman. If I did anything like that she would have said something . . . told somebody. I don't even remember what happened to her. It was as if one day she was there and then she vanished. I never saw her again."

    After turning a few pages, Madeline said, "Here it is," and started reading:

    "Fuck, fuck, fuck, what the fuck! How could he say that? My own father said, 'Jennifer, you know how you are. Always wearing those provocative clothes and hanging out with all those boys. How many times have we warned you about being loose? You know how you are, and boys pick up on that, take it as a yes.' I looked at my mother for help, but she was nodding in agreement with my father. I got raped, and my father accused me of being a slut. So what if I like sex? I should still get to choose when and who. What the fuck am I going to do now?"

    John said, "I promise, I swear, if anything like that really happened, I don't remember it. I'm not that kind of person. Yeah, I might have drank a lot, used drugs, back then, but I was never that kind of person. And if you really thought I was, why would you be here with me all this time?"

    “I wish I didn't believe you.” She kissed him. “I do, but does that make it okay? Should that make Jennifer feel better?”

    “No, of course not,” he said. “But if it happened, and she never said anything, what was I supposed to do?”

    She shrugged.

    “Madeline, let me loose. I want to talk, know all about this,” John said.

    “You should call me, April, that's my real name,” April said. “I hate Madeline. Can you imagine being named Madeline Wilcocks? What a horrible name that is. Can you imagine the nasty things high school boys would say to me with a name like that?”

    “I saw your driver's license. You're Madeline Wilcocks, and you're twenty-one and—”

    “Fake,” April said and let his cock and cum slide out of her body.

    “Why?” he asked. “I can't make sense of this. Why would you do this?”

    “I had to,” she said. “You never would have brought me home if you knew I was sixteen.”

    “Sixteen?” He shook his head. “How the fuck could you—”

    “I read Traci Lord's autobiography. If she could fake her way into the porn industry at fifteen, and fuck men like a pro, I figured I could make you believe I was old enough.”

    “But why would you want to if you thought I'm a rapist? Why did you stay with me all this time? I thought you loved me.”

    “Well, that wasn't the plan. I wanted to kill you when I first read Jennifer's journal, but it just took much longer than expected. Can you believe that; my mother gets knocked up when she didn't even want you to fuck her, and it took me almost a year.”

    “Huh, what are you talking about? I'm not, you're not—”

    "Yes, yes to both," April said and rubbed her belly. "You don't have to worry, Daddy, me and Georgina are going to raise her. Or him, I don't know yet, but I'm hoping for a girl. Georgina is going to be so excited." April enjoyed the horrified expression on John's face. "And I do love you. I didn't want to. The plan was to have you arrested for fucking me. You know how people are about sex with young girls these days. No way they wouldn't believe me with a pussy and ass full of your cum. But you turned out to be a better person than I thought you would be, so I had to my change plan."

    “Who's Georgina?”

    “Oh, um, she's my girlfriend,” April said.

    "Girlfriend? You really are crazy, aren't you," John said. "You expect me to believe all this nonsense? First, you're twenty-one, then you're sixteen and my daughter, and I'm supposed to be the father of your baby. Nobody is going to believe it! Untie me!'

    “You seem mad. I'd hate to let you go if you're mad. You might do something mean.” She got off his lap and dug around in the backpack. “Ah, here it is. It's amazing how easy it is to get DNA tested these days. I've got the report right here, and I've already done it, but if you wanna watch, I'll piss on another stick for you, Daddy. I kinda like the sound of that, Daddy. I never got to have one until now.”

    “I'm not mad,” John said. “I'm in shock, and if this is all true, I'm sad, I think. Why didn't you just come to me and tell me? There was no need for all of this.”

    She sat across John's lap. “I figured you wouldn't want to have sex if you knew you were my father.”

    “No, no, of course not,” he said.

    “Then how could I have gotten pregnant?”

    “Why would you want that?” he asked.

    She stared into his eyes. “Because I want a baby, but I don't want some boy involved. How many high school boys do you think can afford child support. Plus, now you can't leave me, Daddy, the way my mother did.”

    “What happened to her?”

    “Who knows? She got sent away to a place for pregnant teenagers to have me. That's why you never saw her again. Well, that, and she ran away when I was eight months old. She left me with her parents. I never got to know her. Kids made fun of me because I didn't have parents. Because my grandmother raised me. Her husband, I won't even refer to him as my grandfather, what an asshole. I always knew that, but when I read mom's journal—Oh, can you believe a father would call his own little girl a slut? What a piece of shit he was. I'm so glad he's dead.”

    She could see the question hanging on John's lips, but she knew he wouldn't ask it while he was still bound. “Please untie me, baby.”

    "Mm, I always like it when you call me baby," she said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to, then I gotta go. Georgina is waiting for me. You're gonna love her. Her body, somehow, is better than mine."



    My Honda Accord was pulling away from John's house when he finally finished freeing himself and made it to the front door. I had only untied his hands. Even if he could have caught the car, John wasn't the type to run across his lawn naked. I'd call him later after he had time to digest the DNA report and have a long conversation with himself. I made sure to remind him that I didn't think he should drink anymore. Nobody wants a father who's a drunk.

    I called Georgina. “Hey, I'm on my way home.”

    “How did it go?” she asked.

    “It went perfectly. I just wish you could have seen the look on his face. Oh, my, God, he was in shock.” And he'll be paying for his actions for a long time, I thought.

    “Did you tell him everything,” Georgina asked.

    I couldn't turn off my grin. John knew everything except the one secret I held back. It wasn't the one I was keeping from Georgina, but she would get to see his expression when I introduced them. Daddy, this is Georgina, my twin sister and lover. “Georie, I got a huge surprise for you. Where's granny?”

    “Where else?”

    “Senior center, good,” I said. “I'm wearing the lingerie you picked out. Be ready.”

    “Baby, you have no idea how ready I am.”
     
    Last edited: Oct 19, 2018
  2. Lo Ro

    Lo Ro Well-Known Member

    WOW....holy shit....speechless!!!

    I loved it!!! a few mistakes here and there but nothing to take from the flow of the story....a great read thank you for sharing...
     
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  3. A_GIRL_NAMED_SAM

    A_GIRL_NAMED_SAM Tom's Blonde Soulmate CAW Winner KAW Winner

    Now, that's a mean story! So many twists and turns! Wonderful!! Loved it and how fricken fitting! You are 'DA MAN!!!!
    '
     
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  4. Little Miss K

    Little Miss K Naughty but Nice 3-Time CAW Winner CAW SS Winner

    Eeeewwwww! :confused:

    I kept looking for a character to root for, but everyone in this is horrible. You didn't say, but along with all of the other terrible people in this, I think Granny was at the senior center sleeping with men for their social security checks! :eek:

    I tried to find motivations for April/Madeline, but I finally had to understand that she was as crazy as a rabid squirrel. :confused: I almost sympathize with John, but then I would go back and think about that brutal anal scene. o_O Georgina was awful, and so was Jennifer who abandoned her infant twins. Everyone was so bad! :eek:

    I didn't really like this one, but it was written very well. It just isn't my thing. :)
     
  5. This was an attention holder BUT I was shocked and only the most pathological things shock me. The anger and negativity are truly worthy of shock and awe. When people display such a level of pathology that they don't even consider the welfare of their chilren...well, what can I say?
     
  6. bistander

    bistander Well-Known Member Multi-CAW Finalist KAW Winner

    That's what fiction is for, shock and awe. I rarely write stuff like this, but every now and then, I channel a little Steven King into my sex stories, while still catching the emotions. We don't even know if John raped Jennifer, yet it's assumed because he's a guy and she wrote about it. Maybe she was insane like her daughter and her father?
    I wonder if April and her sister will want to move in with John? Do you think she killed grandpa?
    These are the things we should be asking.
     
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  7. Uncle B

    Uncle B Well-Known Member 3-Time CAW Winner

    Well that was different. I kind of went back and forth about the characters. As Sam said, if john couldn't keep himself under control during first time anal sex, it does give some doubts about his behavior in the past. That surely does not mean that April is in any way justified in her own actions. Wow... I thought I had dated some psychos in the past,but nothing like that.

    Very well written. Made me squeamish in places. This could be a public service announcement on the benefits of getting a vasectomy. Good job.
     
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  8. A_GIRL_NAMED_SAM

    A_GIRL_NAMED_SAM Tom's Blonde Soulmate CAW Winner KAW Winner

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  9. A_GIRL_NAMED_SAM

    A_GIRL_NAMED_SAM Tom's Blonde Soulmate CAW Winner KAW Winner

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    Bistander, here's yet another medal to add to your collection!

    I do so appreciate your efforts in support of the KAW 12! contest. It meant so much to me to see your story!

    Thank you!

    A_GIRL_NAMED_SAM (aka, little sister, little mouse)
     
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