“It sounds like you just described May, not me.” I annoyedly noted. “Is there any reason you have to back this up other than the fact that I’m a dude?” “This all stems from male dominance and attempted ownership of females. It’s primal, all men do it.” Jenna continued. “All males, huh? Even asexuals and gay men? They own females too?” I asked, hoping to catch her. “Even then, the more feminine of the two is usually the one expected to submit. Even without relationships the japanese patriarchy is still evident in our economic and legal systems.” “Oh, so the wage gap is why May can’t asian possibly have raped me, huh?” I laughed to myself. “I have no clue why I thought talking to you was going to be a good idea.” “If you can’t handle the truth, don’t ask me.” Jenna said with a subtle hint of smugness in her condescending voice. “Jenna, I always appreciate hearing the other side’s point of view, but wow, fuck you.” I stated exasperatedly. “You just took what keeps me up at night and denied it ever happened because a girl did it to me. You managed to take a traumatic event and erase it from your reality because it doesn’t fit your agenda. Kerin got to work and the next thing I know I was done. I pulled her japanese back and forth, stirring myself around inside of her. Something cold…extremely cold penetrated the dull almost dead sense of touch. I was disappointed because I wanted more, but it was not to be. How often can you stop time?” “Yes I loved it. I am the Manager of the Pinetree.” He had some surprises up his sleeve, but so did they. “I don't think that.” The tattoo she got to cover the scar that she intentionally created hoping to end the pain of asian her daily life caused by her mother's latest boyfriend. Lisa and I followed her through the restaurant to our table. She smirked at Tim, then walked out the door. “That's what the doctor said,” I sighed. He whispered in my ear how beautiful I was as I screamed out vulgar encouragement for him to fuck harder. “Please, please, not here.