the children are bothering her again running around her small table as she's struggling to focus on typing there's plenty of room in the house but the lil' shits have to play around her and the keyboard And it goes on and on and the kids spin round and round running, screaming, calling each other names, testing out new cuss words She's taking a small break to light another cigarette the beer bottle that stands on the table besides the keyboard is empty and that's even more annoying than the kids she grabs it and tucks it between her legs squeezes it hard in the chapter she's writing her alter ego enters the house to find the unnamed man naked on the bed and then proceeds to describe poetically how a rose stem with thorns is tucked deep into his urethra and the flower stands in full bloom at the top of his throbbing penis He invites with a confident grin and a motion of his hairy, muscular hand The heroine is shocked, but intrigued It's gonna be a fantastic scene Even the kids are gonna love reading it after they grow up "Mom, I'm hungry!" says one of them and the other follows immediately with, "me, I'm hungrier, but I want pancake with–" "No!
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