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Coercion, maybe, is that a thing? “Alex?” My voice was soft, slightly scratchy. Porndig “And then…I don’t remember how long I’d been seeing him,” I raised my eyebrows at her mention of seeing him, but let her continue, “we discovered something about me. “I found more of your videos. If that was my uncle (oh be real, you already know it is), I was impressed by his video editing skills, but I knew that he lacked the wherewithal to keep me, or any even moderately skilled hacker, out of his computer. It was her. Synapses were firing in my brain now, connecting disparate thoughts, reaching conclusions that couldn’t possibly be true, could they? And, for what worth a giant slut’s opinion is, it is better to receive than to give.” She was laughing again, almost doubled over at my explanation. It hadn’t helped that my best friend, breasts or no breasts, was easily the most attractive girl in school. That bow-legged ass walk that says you got yourself some king-sized dick last night.”
“Becky, keep your voice down.”
“Girl, you aren’t exactly being subtle about it. “I couldn’t breathe, but you held me down anyways. His answer, “Yeah?” seemed shot from him like a cannonball as he struggled to catch his breath. And I. No answer. “Sorry, go on.”
“Well…it started out that way. His eyes dropped, and what came out of his mouth sounded as pitiful and defeated as anything I’d ever heard. The thought rose, unbidden, in my mind, followed by a face.