I told you earlier that two things have become evident; Sarah is a nymphomaniac and Sarah was instrumental in getting her mother out of the house. On Sarah’s being a nymphomaniac I will tell you now. Sarah’s mother incidentally suffered from nymphomania, I don’t know if you could say that Rose actually suffered from it but her husband John sure did.
John is like a large Diesel engine and like all things that have a lot of mass and are governed by Newtonian physics he is slow and lumbering and doesn’t change speed or direction readily or at all without the application of great force or forces. Sarah is as nimble and responsive as a gas chainsaw. She has gotten herself on birth control without her stepfathers knowledge and has quite a following of boys at school.
Those in call themselves members of Club Sarah and give each other obligatory fist bumps, those that wish to be in call Sarah a whore and the male teachers don’t dare say a word they just salivate at the sight of her nipples poking through her way too small and tight shirts. The girls are envious of Sarah’s new found popularity and all of the attention she is getting in the halls and the back of classrooms and the rear most seats of the buses of Lapeer High School.
There is talk of her getting her own float in the home coming parade this September. The cheerleaders are saying that for her float they can glue the flowers on and festoon the ribbons with the dried cum of the football team. Is it just sour grapes that they say, “I could be that popular too if I laid on that hard locker room bench and got fucked and cummed in by both the entire offense and defense of the Lapeer Lightenings football team.” You should know that the line of players wrapped around five rows of lockers, and that the coach was on his cell phone outside sexting Mrs Horvath, the schools new Diversity Director, who gets paid to the tune of one hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year. They said that Mr Roper, the schools one armed janitor, vomited while using a snow shovel to clean up under the bench Sarah got nailed on. Mr Roper makes ten dollars an hour. Sour grapes indeed, Sarah knows that the world has only two kinds of people, the watchers and the doers.
Before I forget let me remind you, Sarah still wants to be Johns everything, she continues to get light headed and wet readily in his presence, but at someteen years old she just wants it all.
I’ll tell you this quickly now, one day an aging and impotent John is going to hold Sarah’s hand lovingly while a line of males do their thing to her. He will wipe the sweat from her forehead and console her. That’s love, she asked him to be there for her and he was.
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