Melissa was my favorite, small, redhead, sad. Her father moved to Florida, took the dog. Who does that? Takes a dog from a six year old? The mom was blonde, beautiful, called me in the afternoons to stay late for her dates. I always could, liked the money. Made spaghetti for Melissa and me. She never ate much and I’d get mad, tried to force her. She was scary thin. The mom had fun porn books like The Happy Hooker and I read them all after Melissa went to sleep. My father had porn too, but marriage help boring serious.
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