a good girl is hard to find

Updated Nov. 8, 2008

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So I've been bored at work for the past weeks and I've been writing in my notebook. Mind you that this is post modern America so there will be sex and a few F' bombs. If you are easily offended then maybe this is what you should read.

***What I have updated for today is in red***
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They say love hurts, but maybe it's a good kind of hurt.

There she lay, motionless, still…immobile on the far edge of the right side of the worn out bed. About 3 hours ago she was alive and glowing. About three hours ago, I fucked her. She moved like the waves before a storm, her breathing was serious. She was tight and warm. Her face appeared to be in torture, in some kind of agony every time we would reunite at the waste. Am I pushing too hard? No I can’t be this is how I always do it. I'm losing my focus from thinking too much. Looking in to her eyes reading her thoughts, for some reason I knew she was telling herself, "Just relax, just...rela-". Feeling out of place, I pulled out switching from the male superior missionary set up to the basic girl on top. If I was too hard on her, at least now she has control. But still her face, it’s all that I focused on. Wait, was it her first time?!She came before I did; I wasn’t even half way there. I looked in her eyes as she calmed down, she made it through the day, so far she was almost done.

I remember first seeing her a few weeks ago on my last visit to "the shop". It was a Tuesday, noon-ish. I skipped lunch at school and walked to the uniform brown building five blocks down. That morning I managed to scramble up $30. Thirty dollars, just barely enough for a BJ. I was in such a hurry to make it back to school that I picked the first girl to my right. "Nothing special", I said, "just ah 'Happy Ending." We went down the hall of the hotel in to the janitor’s closet. Only that these "closets" were fix for these types of "social gatherings." I felt her warm kiss on my chest. She took off my shirt and her probing tongue slither in my mouth. I pulled her out of my mouth, “I said nothing special.” I reminded her. She unfastened my belt, and my Levis hit the cold tiled ground. My boxers soon meet with my jeans at the floor. I was hard and on the edge. Done. Pulling my pants and boxers up in a hurry I thought to myself, Shit! Not gonna make it on time for 4 period, who needs English, I already speak it.” “My pay.” said the hooker. “Yeah hold on”, I told her. I reached in my wallet and pulled out two ten dollars, and a five. I reached in my right side pocket and pull our the coinage that would complete the cost of my quick fix, as I did this the coinage exploded out of my pocket. “Sorry, I gotta get back to school, and I left the mosaic coins scattered on the floor and dropped the wadded up bills next to her and left her on her knees. "Ass hole" she called me as I paced out of the closet.

Entering the lobby of the hotel, that’s when I saw her. I've never her seen her at "the shop" before, but there she stood with the others, in "training" as they would say. I caught my self staring at her, so did she. "She ain't ready", said the red headed hooker, "Go on before you get caught for being here."
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Sorry 3 exams this week, no time, just no time at all.