The dark haired male is Jay, mums boyfriend, he grunts at me “Table.” I slowly place the bottles in front of their respective owners and remove the two empty ones. Indian sex I need to pick up the shopping that mum and her boyfriend order me to buy at least once a day. She says I ruined her figure and made my Dad leave us. Suddenly I want to cry out of loneliness. I daydream, thinking about the love of my life again, a man careful enough to understand that I want to be touched. I need to wash my hair tomorrow. I rest my hand on my leg, allowing it to warm up after flinching from the coldness at first. I take a deep breath as I turn my key in the lock, I don’t know why I’m nervous, any situation I find inside can be immediately calmed with the glass bottles I hold in my aching left hand.
