Chase
Oh crap, who's the slu.t next to me this morning?
Blonde, long legs. I can't see the front of her; she's lying on her stomach with her face turned away from me. She's not my type; I can tell that much already. I like my women with a little more curve. I'm guessing this girl could use a hearty sandwich. Not that she's unbearably thin or anything, but she's no... I can't even say her name. After all this damn time, I still can't say it!
How did I let myself get reduced to this?
Sleeping with the women I employ, paying them for se.x?
I need to sort my fuc.king life out, and I need to do it today. I have to make myself understand that she's never coming back. I lost her through my own stupidity. Something I should have realized was about to happen but didn't. And now I'm fuc.king
