We fucked, no, actually, he fucked me, consensual but borderline, and worse it wasn’t great either, limp dick, alcohol on his breath, I thought I could taste his fresh vomit, didn’t even brush his teeth, you know what I thought of: chemical waste, radioactive, the bad stuff, yellow and black sign on a green metal barrel, just popped in my head as he rubbed his tongue over mine.
“But Dorothy, he was such a nice guy.”
Mom, I’m begging you, don’t send me back. Couldn’t even undo my bra properly, damn thing bit harder into my nipples than he did.
Het doosje met alles 
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