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Breakfast time a school day Lizbeth sits poking at her breakfast scrambled egg and sausage tomato her parents sit there too her mother looks at her what is up with you now? the mother asks Lizbeth nothing's up Lizbeth says poking egg with a fork I know you my young girl you're moody and poking at your food Lizbeth stares at the lips moving of her mother more moaning she muses it's a boy I expect her father interjects what's a boy? Mother asks her bad moods Father says- unless he muses it's genetics and she's got her mother's moody genes- what boy's this Lizbeth dear? Mother asks -Lizbeth thinks of the boy Benedict and how she's attempted to have hot *** with him umpteenth times without one successful episode- not a boy Lizbeth says forking in scrambled egg just Monday and the blues and I'm on on what Liz? Father asks looking out over his newspaper- on the rag Auntie's come periods bleeding lots she muses- Lizbeth stares at Father in that way that she has and he says o I see and looks back at the big newspaper something more Mother says more than that you've not got pregnant with a boy have you Liz? No I've not Lizbeth storms spitting egg throwing down her steel fork on the plate I've just said that I'm on and would I just have *** just like that without you knowing all before me? what about that Benny you talk of he's a boy? Mother says Lizbeth sighs I am still a ****** innocent of all crimes she utters just moody Father says like most girls Lizbeth picks up her fork and eats more scrambled egg and thinks of Benedict and how she tried to get him to have *** with her on her bed some weeks back but he said not like this not just now we're too young but Mother knows there's more than just moods and studies the young girl as she eats wondering if Liz has with that boy signs are there she muses but deep down the mother refuses to accept such could be and sips tea Lizbeth stares at her plate thinks of *** with Benny when it comes if it comes and what place it might be lifts her cup and sips tea.
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
LIZBETH'S AS IF.
Breakfast time a school day Lizbeth sits poking at her breakfast scrambled egg and sausage tomato her parents sit there too her mother looks at her what is up with you now? the mother asks Lizbeth nothing's up Lizbeth says poking egg with a fork I know you my young girl you're moody and poking at your food Lizbeth stares at the lips moving of her mother more moaning she muses it's a boy I expect her father interjects what's a boy? Mother asks her bad moods Father says- unless he muses it's genetics and she's got her mother's moody genes- what boy's this Lizbeth dear? Mother asks -Lizbeth thinks of the boy Benedict and how she's attempted to have hot *** with him umpteenth times without one successful episode- not a boy Lizbeth says forking in scrambled egg just Monday and the blues and I'm on on what Liz? Father asks looking out over his newspaper- on the rag Auntie's come periods bleeding lots she muses- Lizbeth stares at Father in that way that she has and he says o I see and looks back at the big newspaper something more Mother says more than that you've not got pregnant with a boy have you Liz? No I've not Lizbeth storms spitting egg throwing down her steel fork on the plate I've just said that I'm on and would I just have *** just like that without you knowing all before me? what about that Benny you talk of he's a boy? Mother says Lizbeth sighs I am still a ****** innocent of all crimes she utters just moody Father says like most girls Lizbeth picks up her fork and eats more scrambled egg and thinks of Benedict and how she tried to get him to have *** with her on her bed some weeks back but he said not like this not just now we're too young but Mother knows there's more than just moods and studies the young girl as she eats wondering if Liz has with that boy signs are there she muses but deep down the mother refuses to accept such could be and sips tea Lizbeth stares at her plate thinks of *** with Benny when it comes if it comes and what place it might be lifts her cup and sips tea.
A SCHOOL GIRL ONE MONDAY BREAKFAST IN 1961.
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
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