I wanted to take him to the hospital, his chest pain had become too much. It was so much he could not get to the door or down the stairs without wincing. As he walked in to use the phone he smirked at me without thinking of the consequence, or perhaps while thinking of the consequence he smirked. His disgusting dong was distracting as it grew fatter while he was standing by the telephone on the wall. waiting for it to ring. I let him look at mine. His disrespectful aire begged more punishment.
I told him of childhood stories from another " who was asked to bathe repeatedly in his siblings' used water. "bathe after me in my filthy water" |