I shout at my mother, she never understands me, never gets me really. She shouts back, "What did I do to deserve you, its not my fault your dad doesn't know what pulling out means." I shout even more mad than I already was, "You don't understand my teenage problems. I have to deal with so much." I then proceed to dab and run up the stairs to my room. I slam the door as I enter and fall onto my bed, gripping the body pillow of Michael from vsause, crying tears of pain and teen angst. Why did I have to be born, I question silently the tears never ending. I hear a noise coming from the window, I look up to see none other than Michael from Vsause the self-pronounced pussy slayer. He gives a grin, "Hey baby couldn't help but notice you seemed like you were down. Want to come over to my place." He winks at me. I am flabbergasted. The Michael from Vsause wants to nut with me. I need to know if it is the real Michael from Vsause, so I ask him the question, "Where are my fingers?" I question praying he tells me the right answer. "In my ass Baby." He replies. "OMG how'd you know, so impressive and kinky. I am so turned on right now." I say while vibrating.
To be continued
