What if I deserved it? she asks.
You know, she says, what if I really deserved it.
We’re highway driving, westbound on Route 2 out of alewife. The berms are dirty with snow and a blue haze hangs over the two and three story buildings of urban Boston.The city looks cold and dirty.
Depends on what you did to deserve it
What if it was—just bad.
Then the punishment would have to fit the crime.
Really? Would the punishment, you know, make me beg, make me scream, break me and make me so—so sorry?
····slips my cock into her mouth—next exit twelve
Redbud | February 2 2017