Most men need an accomplice when it comes to unspeakable deeds they can’t do alone. Here is the thing, once I am involved how long till another finds out. My fucking mom always said that once another person is involved, how can it be a secret. I hate to admit it but the old bitch is right. I tend to get a little mouthy when I drink and do the drugs of my choice, and I do that a fucking LOT!
You need help, I love money so it works out perfect for me. Just remember, I know everything you did and I keep the proof safe for when I want something. You look at me and quietly say I helped so I am just as liable. How will you prove it perv? I can lie my way out of any situation, so you are fucked.
You say you want out? Judging from the ruined Littles on the floor it is a tad too late. It was too late the moment you told me of your addiction. My favorite line in Hell raiser certainly applies to this situation…”Oh, no tears please. It is a waste of good suffering”
You called? I came. Evil Goth Girl Ivy
