Based on "Poem on the Underground Wall" by Paul SimonRoommates all have gone out shoppingFantasies, they know no stoppingEagerly in stocking feetI pad into her sacred keep One Solitary PurposeFaces on her wall accusingGuts conflicting and confusingYet I find the strength to tamperWith the contents of her hamper I Pull Out Worn PantiesI'd caught a glimpse once long, agoStanding behind, she bent down lowA cotton, flowered fashion showEmbroidered. Theygot dressed as Vic laid there on the table groggy, barely twitching andon the verge of passing out, sperm still running from his ass anddripping from his mouth forming a puddle on the floor. "You'd betterlearn to be a better boy Victor" one of the men said as they started towalk off camera. The other said "yeah, but if you don't learn, you'llfind your self right back here for another lesson bitch!" They thenmoved out of the scene as Linda got it all on tape then faded out thepicture ending. " she said weaklyI remembered she was naked, and stood again, this time she didn’t flinch, but watched me as I walked into my room, retrieving a long T-shirt that would easily fit her. I walked back in and handed her the shirt, she looked at it, then me, confused. I tried my best to explain it to her, but she still gave me a very confused look, clearly her people wore different clothing than we did. I stood up, and took the shirt from her, then, carefully put my hands on her shoulders in a.Read More
