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The Tales From The Tavern: I Lust After Your Scar
Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: el_henke, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories
little progresses, and gain faith in myself again. I cut him short: “No, it better not be. I'm just gonna go now, and pretend this never happened. Thanks for your hospitality, David.” He grabbed my arm before I could get up. “Will you please just hear me out. Just let me talk, and when I'm done you can go if you like, okay? 'Cause if you're going now, I'll just lock myself up in my little misery, write a few songs about my broken heart, get stupid rich with them, and ask you again to hear me out, which you won't be able to decline since cash makes even me sexy as hell,” he said. I rolled my eyes, and shook my head, but giggled, “You're impossible. Alright then. Let's get this shit over with.” He took another deep breath, before starting over: “Okay, um, how shall I put this? Have you ever wondered, er, why there is no, um, Mrs Jordan, or anyone like that?” I had to contain myself from just standing up, and leaving. The more he spoke, the more I felt my fear of having to deal with just another of these lechers confirmed. Was he really so desperate that he had to hit on the vulnerable, and weak girls that were crippled in addition to their low self-esteem? That was particularly sad. “That's because I have a certain, well, an, um, I feel a certain attraction to...” He looked at me, past me, on the table, unable to find a focus. His jaw was trembling. I could tell he was fighting against long-repressed emotions. “A certain attraction to scars.” He paused, letting his words sink ...