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Family Farm
Laying here half sleep, Staffani massaging my arm. I'm not trying to be a drag, I just can't believe they allowed that man, to beat my ass.
He hit me in the mouth first, talking about trans people this, trans people that. Recruiting kids and stuff, then went on about drag queens.
I asked then could they move me. They gave me napkins for my mouth and told me to sit down.
He then out of no where punched me in the face again, and kicked me in the stomach, and my back, punched me in the head.
Then they decided when the black woman cop come in they want to break it up and take him out.
I'm just not okay.
"What time is it?" I asked Staffani.
"It's two am. Your arm feeling better? I was sure you were knocked out," she said as I turned over to face her.
"No, I was half sleep, like about to fall to sleep but never did. You okay?" I asked.
"Yes, I got you a present. Under the tree downstairs."
"Let's go get it," I said.
"No, you have to wait," she laughed.
"Well, I got you a gift."
"What is it?"
She pulled the covers up, getting on top of me.
"I'm not saying," I smiled.
"No?" She smiled.
I took a deep breath feeling her putting her hand into my shorts.
"You didn't have to get me anything. You paid Skunk vet bill." She wrapped her hand around my penis.
"Uh huh," I said and smiled.
I felt her pull me out of my shorts.
"I didn't bring the condoms."
"Okay, go ask one of your brothers," she said.
"Are you crazy, no? I don't want them to know."
"They already know we have sex, no?"
"Yes, but not like when we do."
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Feelings
Roman d'amourFeelings are the invisible threads that weave through every moment of our lives, shaping how we perceive the world and ourselves. They can be as simple as a fleeting smile sparked by joy, or as complex as the storm of jealousy and guilt that simmers...
