Far enough that he’d have to let the steel security door close in the morning when he went to get it. Xxx Not because I was mad, which I was, and not because I tried not to feel anything, but yeah, it was like I’d suddenly developed an immunity to his bullshit. Anyway yeah, I said a bunch of stuff, and then told him go fuck yourself because you ain’t fuckin this until you grow some pubic hair and also a fucking pair of nuts kid. It made me want to fuck and eat a cheeseburger in no particular order. I guess it felt like here I was trying to be little-miss hot-shit mentor (because I’m the ancient 25 year old here), and the whole time all he’s thinking about is getting in my pants?!


















