Contents of this story are merely creative license, not unlike a TV show or movie that uses real people in fictional settings and situations.However, if you do have video or pictures of events similar to the ones described below, feel free to forward them to me for closer examination. ” I asked, tapping on the keys of the piano in front of me. ” Dove Cameron asked, tapping a few more keys as I made a couple marks on the sheet music app on my tablet.Feedback, comments, praise, criticism, death threats, nude photos, etc. Go fuck yourself and go read something else if you dislike those codes or want something more. “Then bring in the horns as everything explodes in a burst of energy,” I said, nodding as it looked like we were firmly on the same page.can be sent to voodoojoe2000 at yahoo dot com (come on, you can assemble that into an actual e-mail address). Feel free to distribute to friends, enemies, lovers, hopeful lovers, whatever, just keep my name and e-mail address on the story or I shall hunt you down and make you write the whole damn thing out by hand. “That sounds great,” Dove said, excited as we made headway on our song.
Less than an hour after meeting her, we were in her room with her feet pointed at the ceiling and my balls bouncing off her butt cheeks with each thrust.
And despite my best efforts, there always seemed to be someone there to remind everyone that I was a giant asshole.
“I’m meeting Ryan for dinner and you tagging along probably wouldn’t be the best way to make him happy,” Dove said, shrugging her shoulders.
So after that I naturally shied away from women altogether for a little while, and made a conscious effort to stay away from anyone with a boyfriend for even longer.
Though as any teenage girl that finds herself on the bad end of rumors, even those well earned, can tell you, it takes a long time to undo the damage.
Every so often we stopped to write it down before picking up where we left off.