I wish you or Rach could give me a hug tonight.
I'm beginning to feel violated and a little grimy. I don't like being touched by strange men, and I don't like talking about things I don't want to talk about.
In the shuttle, as we turned into Clarke Quay, a voice in my head told me I was going to lose my 'innocence' - naivety, if you will, about the real world - tonight, and it was right.
My fault for not being able to say no, and my accursed sense of responsibility; I walked into it with eyes wide open.
I just gotta suck it up. Suck it up.
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I'd give you a hug, my sweets.
hugs! sorry cldn't do much to help u out.
no, thank you for the info on Velvet. we hit Le Noir before Attica - the man found his fun at Attica Too.
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