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I had just got in from work. My mother was at the stove cooking. Odd that you and Benny were at Richmond at the same time and you never met my mother said. I didn't know he was going to be there I said I was looking after Uncle's house while he was away. She looked at me her eyes scanning me I knew she didn't believe me but she had no proof we had met just her intuition. The radio was on in the background some classical stuff. The clock on the mantelshelf was ticking. I hope you never met with him she said. Of course not I lied putting on my innocent gaze. It would be a betrayal of your Uncle's trust to have taken him there. Taken who where? I said wanting to go upstairs and wash and change. That boy Benny back at Uncle's house she said. I wouldn't dream of it I lied pushing thoughts of Benny and me having *** in the bed for the second time in an hour. Best get changed for dinner she said looking at me the way she had when she didn't believe me. I went upstairs leaving her to stew I wouldn’t confess there was nothing she could do.
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC
TILLY'S LIES 1965
I had just got in from work. My mother was at the stove cooking. Odd that you and Benny were at Richmond at the same time and you never met my mother said. I didn't know he was going to be there I said I was looking after Uncle's house while he was away. She looked at me her eyes scanning me I knew she didn't believe me but she had no proof we had met just her intuition. The radio was on in the background some classical stuff. The clock on the mantelshelf was ticking. I hope you never met with him she said. Of course not I lied putting on my innocent gaze. It would be a betrayal of your Uncle's trust to have taken him there. Taken who where? I said wanting to go upstairs and wash and change. That boy Benny back at Uncle's house she said. I wouldn't dream of it I lied pushing thoughts of Benny and me having *** in the bed for the second time in an hour. Best get changed for dinner she said looking at me the way she had when she didn't believe me. I went upstairs leaving her to stew I wouldn’t confess there was nothing she could do.
A GIRL AND HER MOTHER 1965
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TerryCollett
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC
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