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Did you come to stare

or wash away the blood

Created on 2006-05-04 11:52:38 (#10168578), last updated 2007-02-18

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Name:	cerebralpausing
Birthdate:	06-05
Website:	fanfiction updates journal

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He yanked me down from the window sill! He appeared wild and furious enough to slap my face—though I'd not given him reason to when I was younger. But he shook me till my eyes rolled, until I was dizzy and crying out: "Stop! Momma knows we can't pass through a locked door!"

This wasn't Chris... This was someone I'd never seen before... primative, savage.

He yelled out something like, "You're mine, Cathy! Mine! You'll always be mine! No matter who comes into your future, you'll always belong to me! I'll make you mine... tonight... now!"

I didn't believe it, not Chris!

And I did not fully understand what he had in mind, nor, if I am to give him credit, did I believe he really meant what he said, but passion has a way of taking over.

We fell to the floor, both of us. I tried to fight him off. We wrestled, turning over and over, writhing, silent, a frantic struggle of his strength against mine.

It wasn't much of a battle.

I had the strong dancer's legs; he had the biceps, the greater weight and height... and he had so much determination than I to use something hot, swollen and demanding, so much it stole reasoning and sanity from him.

And I loved him. I wanted what he wanted—if he wanted it that much, right or wrong.

Somehow we ended up on that old smelly mattress—that filthy, smelly, stained mattress that must have known lovers long before this night. And that is where he took me, and forced in that swollen, rigid male sex part of him that had to be satisfied. It drove into my tight and resistant flesh which tore and bled

Now we'd done what we swore we'd never do...

excerpt from the book flowers in the attic by VC andrews. no waycest could ever hold a candle to it!

Just as sloppy language begins with sloppy thinking, clear writing begins with clear thinking. A Harper & Row editor says, "Fuzzy thinking is the worst thing we find.

A professor won my respect when somebody asked a tough question. He started speaking, then said, "Let me stop talking for a moment and think." He did, then answered clearly and well. —DeWitt H. Scott, author of the book: Secrets of Successful Writing.

cerebral: Of or relating to the brain or cerebrum.

Appealing to or requiring the use of the intellect; intellectual rather than emotional.

pausing: To cease or suspend an action temporarily.

To linger; tarry.

To hesitate.

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