You still remember how she looked at you as if to say, “I want to have sex with him,” and how you didn’t dare to stop them. Later she told you, “there will be other men, many men, and I don’t want you to ever complain.”
You still remember how she looked at you as if to say, “I want to have sex with him,” and how you didn’t dare to stop them. Later she told you, “there will be other men, many men, and I don’t want you to ever complain.”