“You know, you should try connecting with someone once in awhile.” Rachel said snatching the cell phone from her friend’s hand.
“I do connect,” Angela replied, trying to take it back. “As a matter of fact, I’m connecting tonight, with Rob.”
“I’m talking about connections forged outside a bedroom.”
“Sometimes people have itches that need to be scratched. Rob is good looking, he has a great body, it doesn’t matter if he thinks two plus two equals five, I’m not interested in conversation.”
Rachel smirked and shook her head. “You are a dog, you know that, right?”
“Yes, a bitch to be precise, or so I’ve been told on more than a few occasions, but I can assure you, it has nothing to do with the fact it’s my favorite position.”
What a sad and beautifully inspiring story.
“The hero, it might be said, is called into being when perception of a need and the recognition of responsibility toward it are backed up by the will to act.” – Mike Alsford
Twelve-Years-Old; Here I am screaming, hitting, kicking, and throwing anything within eyesight. Filled with rage, I only hear the echoes of laughter from my amused audience of family members and a handful of neighborhood kids. It was a show to them, their entertainment for the evening, all while I am crying inside.
“He can not hurt you,” they cackled to each other.
Then the yelling and screaming turned to tears. That was the real pain, I was a hurt and confused teenager and expressing it the only way I knew; with anger and rage. More chatter and laughter from the enthralled crowd intensified my inner torture. While this was outwardly conveyed with more violence and destruction, I…
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