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284 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 26, 2014


"Amy was like a teeny, tiny drunken version of the Incredible Hulk. When she didn't get the D, she got very, very angry.""Shes’s what one would call a total “pottie” mouth…..

“I want this woman. I’m the type of guy who will fight for what he wants until he gets it. I will take my time with Amy. I won’t rush her. I will continue to slowly slide myself into her life until she realizes that I belong there. And then…I won’t let her go.”I enjoyed watching the progression of their relationship.
“I’ve found that the drunker Amy gets, the louder Amy gets…and apparently the hornier she gets, too. She’s brushed her fingers along my crotch underneath the white linen table cloth more times than I can count. She’s now gazing at me with pure sexual wantonness written all over face”.
“ “Yes, Dr. Limp Dick. I think that name suits you well. Extremely well. Don’t you agree?”I can’t remember the last time I laughed so much …..If you are in need of a laughing boost….this one’s for you!!!
“The fact that you even took the time to come up with that tells me one thing…” He pauses, obviously waiting for my stubborn pride to chime in.
“What exactly does it tell you?” I spat out, my irritation rising to new heights.
“That you’ve been thinking about me. A lot. Don’t worry, baby. I’ve been thinking about you too.” He leans in close, too close, and it feels like all of the oxygen has been sucked out of the room.









She’s greedy and obnoxious, and she has no qualms with letting you know what she wants.


I’m contemplating the idea of canceling all of my future waxing appointments and just letting my pubes go au naturel. It’s not like it really matters. I’m basically never going to have sex again. I could probably use the cobwebs in my vagina for next year’s Halloween decorations.
The dam finally bursts. Tears course down my cheeks and I can’t hold it in anymore. I can’t keep it in. I’ve lost control of this one thing I’ve continued to push away. The one thing I’ve refused to face. The guilt and the anxiety and the undeniable sadness are pouring out of me with each salty tear that slides down my face.
With each shaky breath and gasping sob, I no longer have control…