Triggered? Porn He kept a black, leather-bound book with him at all times, in which he was constantly writing his thoughts—both mundane and macabre. She was tall, voluptuous, with shoulder-length black hair and teased bangs. “I’m Grace.”
“Hey,” he replied. I’m just so… honored that you gave it to me.”
He said nothing in return, overwhelmed by what she was saying; he simply stared into her eyes. “Oh, I get it, you’re dark.” Jason couldn’t tell if Erin was being sarcastic. He’d roll over and feel sick, and then remember all the things he’d written after Ron had tried to kill himself. He didn’t see anyone on the field, but he kept walking towards the dugout. “I’m Grace.”
“Hey,” he replied. Jason scoffed at that. Finally he felt her pelvic muscles contract ferociously, and her hips lifted up off the bench, a loud and triumphant
