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What I Think About When I Masturbate - Part 6 - The Number 38
Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: Quiteshygirl, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories
pause. “She was nineteen. Just like you.” After another pause, I ask, “When did you do it?” “A year ago. A year ago today,” he replies, quietly. I turn and look at him. “She’s dead, isn’t she?” He nods and stands up. "Yes, she died a year ago today." I stare at him, trying to take in what he has just said. “Thank you, Sarah. Thank you for helping me remember my Sarah.” How does he know my name? He leaves the shelter and returns to his car. I get up and stand outside the shelter in the lane, still naked except for the sandals on my feet, his semen and my blood running down my legs. I watch as he drives away. He doesn’t look at me. He is crying. As the sound of his car fades into the distance, it is replaced by another sound from the other direction. I turn to see the college bus pull up. The doors open and the driver and passengers stare in amazement at the naked, dripping teenage student standing at the bus stop.