Just yesterday...
*ring... ring... ring...
"Hello?"
"Alexis, he won't fuck me."
"Who?"
"Justin."
"The inmate?" (She was seeing two guys at the time and I never really adopted their real names into my brain.)
"No. That's Joey. Justin. The WEEDMAN."
"Ohhhh. Ok. Why?"
"I don't know. I give him head like five times a day and he still won't fuck me. It's depressing."
"Well, stop giving him head!"
"I can't. I like to be in control. And I love giving head."
Let's look at this for a moment. My friend, (who goes by the self given alias: Tiger Paws) is not an ugly chick. I know that if her lesbian ass reads that statement, she'll cream her pants, but the truth of the matter is that she isn't ugly. And by the way she puts it, her head game is phenomenal. AND since she thought that her vagina was falling off last month and wouldn't take "no" as an answer when she asked to send me a picture of it, I can also vouch for her crotch to be pretty normal as well. The problem isn't with her, but it's with her lover.
I think that he is gay. Why else would he not want to have sex with her, but not break up with her. Ok, so it's obvious that he cares about her enough to stay in the relationship, but maybe there is something that he is trying to get over about her- like the fact that she doesn't have a dick...
I feel bad that Tiger Paws had to rape the Weedman the other day. When offering up my advice, I told her to just ruffie him, but she took out her anger in a less sly and more maniacal way. A knife to the throat... How does one's dick get hard with a knife up to his throat? Well, I guess that if it's between life and death...
