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Fuck. He was gone again, and it was getting to be too much, these separations. It had always been like this for them, and being fiercely independent she had always been able to shrug it off and keep busy until his return. However, lately she 'd been growing increasingly needy for him. Frowning, she hugged her arms around herself as she snuggled into their bed and thought about how their relationship had progressed. They had started off as friends, both enjoying joking and teasing each other. True to both of their natures, the teasing turned into innuendo, the innuendo into flirting, and the flirting leading to the first shy kiss. From the moment their lips first brushed she knew she would never be able to get enough of this man. Almost immediately, they become lovers, hot and anxious for each other, explosive. Not even marriage and children could completely define their relationship; they were shifting again, and they both knew it. No longer just spouses and hot lovers, he now commanded and controlled virtually all of her sexuality. This realization made her miss him more. Frustrated with tossing and turning, she crawled naked from their bed to grab the last shirt that he had worn, one of his blue cotton dress shirts. As the soft cotton enveloped her, and she fiddled with the gold ‘love’ necklace that he had given her, she breathed deeply of his scent that still lingered. She scornfully glanced at the empty bed as she went to crawl back in, determined to have a…

“What the fuck are you laughing at?!” My Mum comes stampeding in my room. She opens the door with such force that it almost flies off its hinges. At this point, whatever I was laughing at didn 't seem funny anymore. I wiped the tears away from my eyes to banish my blurred vision and regained eyesight, revealing a small yet frightening woman who resembled a bull that had seen red; she might as well have had hot steam coming out of her airways and been scraping away at my bedroom carpet with her…

kids would see it, and how they’d wonder what they hell it meant … and even worry about it for a couple of days” (260). Holden wishes he could kill the person who had the audacity to draw such preposterous words on a wall that countless children pass by every day. Holden, on his way out of the school, passes through a different staircase and sees a different “Fuck you” written on the wall. His desire to be a savior for the children is shown again as he goes to rub this second profanity off, but…

Wow! What the fuck…in no way, shape, or form was that sex scene funny that bitch is straight up stupid. Honestly, regardless of my dislike of Ian I still felt his pain while he was doing that. I wonder if he orgasmed? He didn’t even use a condom from my view point. Dumbass. I feel that realistically he would’ve stopped considering after having her rotten vagina (apparently) in his face he already would’ve been like “Nope. Nope. Done.” But nahh the writer wanted the show to go on. I agree with…

this world: six pairs of black boot socks, six green skivvy shirts with my name stamped on the back collar, six tighty-whitey pairs of underwear with my name stamped on the front, three sets of tri-color camouflage utilities. We do not have a flashlight, we have a moonbeam. We do not have pens, we have ink sticks. I stand on a deck, not a floor. My cover goes atop my brain housing group. In the field, I wear a brain bucket. No cover is worn unless on duty or outside: a cover is always worn…

streetlights illuminated the dark, aged cobblestone of the city I used to call home always seemed to bring me a sense of peacefulness. But not on this night. The lights gleamed with a tinge of red, the cobblestone streets which I've walked down since I was just a child had a cold and unwelcoming look to them. Tonight is different. Everything is different. Like a dark, suffocating cloak had been draped over the town. What is happening here? And why the fuck did I come back? As I walked down the…

Ice cube begins the first line with “Fuck the police! Comin' straight from the underground;” this line by itself plays an important role in the song. Not only is it the title of the rap song, but it is also the first time any music artist is so explicit in a record. Before “Fuck da Police” was released many rap artists mentioned expletives, drugs, and discrimination in their music, however not in the same way N.W.A managed to do. The line “Fuck da police!” directly attacked police and…

She had dropped out of high school a couple weeks after her 18th birthday and was rooming with a friend. I told about the increasing success of my PFDs. “What’s a PFD?” “It’s a Personal Flight Device.” “Like an airplane?” “No, no..it’s like a jetpack.” “Wow.” “Yeah.” I shrugged at her underwhelming response. She took a sip of her water. After a couple dead end topics, I decided it was time to call it a night. She lived in the trailer park down the street from me, so before…

did on that rhyme. “I don’t think your memory is functioning at its best today.” Again, I don’t give a voice to my thoughts, but my smirk persists in substitution. “What the fuck are your lips doing?” “Boooss,” I drag the vowel out, aiming to calm him, “we got Second Station tearing through town during this conversation, fear no loss! The Brines will be found, they won’t get around to other towns - not even to your Zone. And if they do move on, we start again at dawn. Either way, the…

music, in a daze. I arrived at his house in fifteen minutes flat. I jumped out without turning my car off and started banging on his door like a bat out of hell I didn’t even ring the doorbell for what this was my home boy. It didn’t take long for Akie D to snatch his door off the hinge. “What the fuck man! What is your damn problem Walker? Man you alright?” He barked. “Walker you’re lucky my wife isn’t here right now. You know she doesn’t play that pop up bullshit.” …