She had been so stupid, and he had taken advantage of that stupidity. This was her fault, this hole (i’m a dumb hole stop it brain please) she was in, and she didn’t know how to get out of it. She needed help. I need help. I am here for help, and if I don’t get it, I am going to— “Laurie? Laurie, I’m Georgetta.” “Uh,” said Laurie. In front japanese of her stood a tall black woman (African-American, you know better) in a long vibrantly patterned dress (they like their patterns STOP) and with spectacular dreadlocked (“dreads”) hair was holding a caramel-colored (is that okay?) hand out to her. Laurie took the hand (take firmly but not weirdly) and was comforted by its dry warmth and strength as the tall black (don’t see color why notice her color but doesn’t difference matter) woman helped Laurie to her feet. Georgetta smiled warmly. “It’s nice to meet you. You’re taking an important step. Please come into my office.” Laurie smiled wanly. “Sure. Yeah. Yes. Nice to meet you, too.” Georgetta’s office. Warm but dry, sunlit, a little twinkling dust in the air for magical character. Earth colors and red everywhere. Long red sofa bearing African-patterned (AFRICA IS NOT A COUNTRY) zigs and zags. Standing wooden sculptures, knee-high, of people with features so extreme that had the counselor been a white man their presence would have signaled he was an appropriating racist, if she had been a white woman their presence would have indicated a foolish person, but Georgetta was black and tall and comforting (clean well-spoken articulate STOP)—. Laurie slumped miserably into the sofa across from Georgetta in an authoritative black armchair. “Laurie,” said Georgetta. “Please. I know from asian your intake form—and it’s completely confidential—what happened to you. But I need to hear it in your own words. I’m here to hear you and here to help you. Please tell me what happened to you.” “O-okay.” “And Laurie--and this is very important.” Georgetta pulled a tablet from a hidden drawer and placed in on the coffee table. “For me to listen to you, to really listen to you, I won’t be able to take notes. May I record our session? So that I can really help you and not take notes?” Laurie winced. She hated her own voice, her dumb, breathy, stupid voice. It sounded so blonde— Georgetta smiled. "what about tonight? It seemed like japanese he was in some kind of trance or other, not specifically talking to Kiara, but just giving voice to his overwhelmed thoughts. I could touch her body. When Rita turned around at the laugh, ‘Elaine’ waved at her and Rita then continued on her ‘flashing’ tour of the home. Lawrence jerked back in fear and Momo crawled behind me. He would dazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her water, and she would laugh gleefully with him. Maybe choose one with more action, so I dont fall asleep" Instead, the zillions of goose pimples give our skin the appearance of used sandpaper. "I'M READY TO PARTY NOW, she declared as she stood in front of the mirror adjusting her white cowgirl hat. “Look, if you’re really going to behave like this for some girl, and you’re going to ask my help about it, yeah, I’m gonna turn up the attitude. bathroom. Her anal ring stretched and stretched, lubed by her cream and my spit. “Our father?” my terrible brother asked. Jack was on his knees beside the bed, watching them fucking his helpless wife in both holes. Bethany cried, handing the creature out to him. “So are you?” She asked. “Wow,” I said, “and I thought that asian I was brave.” More than that. _____________________________________ Grace felt her face heating and looked at the floor, unable to face either him or Jeni. Olivia decided to change tactics. I'll bet I was an experiment. People are going to get fired. “Shut up.” Molly replied with a breathless laugh. It was fully covered with her oily pussy juice.