Lindsey:
Darla and Lilah sat in Lilah's bedroom eating something Lilah had whipped up.
***Love the girl and all, but she can not cook. Actually no I don't love the girl. I hate her, alot. And now she's sleeping with *my* Darla. Alright, granted she's not mine. If anything she's the firms, or Angel's. But I like saying she's mine... So what if I'm spying on them? I'm allowed to. And it wouldn't be the first time I snuck around Lila's house in the middle of the night, and that I came out wrong. I meant that I've broken into her house and stolen files, and gone through her panty draw. Well, thats the place woman keep things they want secret. Like this see-through black teddy Lilah has... And her Diary. Which I read. And don't feal an ounce of guilt for. There was even a passage in there about me. Mmhmm. And about certain things our little Lilah had a dream about doing to me. Boy, that made me uncomfortable for the next week. Well, actually last week, but that doens't matter now cause she's sleeping with *my* (oh shut up) Darla. She is mine damnit I saw her first.
Ahh, I think they saw me. No they didn't. Oh, god-damnit! There kissing! It's not that I have ANYTHING against lesbians or anything. Hell, if Lilah wants to date my own sister. I wouldn't care. But she can't have *my* Darla. I have a problem with seeing the woman I love, Darla not Lilah, kissing the woman I hate, Lilah not Darla. I can't believe they are sle... slee.... I can't say it... Hell, I can't even think it. I guess I just can't stand the fact that Darla wants *her* over me... It's distressing. I let her stay in my home, I gave her credit cards, bought her clothes... But no, none of that mattered. And, it's not like she chose Lilah and not me because she's gay, she's just horny. Whats Lilah got that I don't? Well besides a black see-through teddy and a great pair of br... legs. Not that I spend my time looking at Lilah's legs, or her chest for that matter.***
"Lindsey? What the hell are you doing???" Lilah yelled at him, interupting his babbling thoughts.
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Darla and Lilah sat in Lilah's bedroom eating something Lilah had whipped up.
***Love the girl and all, but she can not cook. Actually no I don't love the girl. I hate her, alot. And now she's sleeping with *my* Darla. Alright, granted she's not mine. If anything she's the firms, or Angel's. But I like saying she's mine... So what if I'm spying on them? I'm allowed to. And it wouldn't be the first time I snuck around Lila's house in the middle of the night, and that I came out wrong. I meant that I've broken into her house and stolen files, and gone through her panty draw. Well, thats the place woman keep things they want secret. Like this see-through black teddy Lilah has... And her Diary. Which I read. And don't feal an ounce of guilt for. There was even a passage in there about me. Mmhmm. And about certain things our little Lilah had a dream about doing to me. Boy, that made me uncomfortable for the next week. Well, actually last week, but that doens't matter now cause she's sleeping with *my* (oh shut up) Darla. She is mine damnit I saw her first.
Ahh, I think they saw me. No they didn't. Oh, god-damnit! There kissing! It's not that I have ANYTHING against lesbians or anything. Hell, if Lilah wants to date my own sister. I wouldn't care. But she can't have *my* Darla. I have a problem with seeing the woman I love, Darla not Lilah, kissing the woman I hate, Lilah not Darla. I can't believe they are sle... slee.... I can't say it... Hell, I can't even think it. I guess I just can't stand the fact that Darla wants *her* over me... It's distressing. I let her stay in my home, I gave her credit cards, bought her clothes... But no, none of that mattered. And, it's not like she chose Lilah and not me because she's gay, she's just horny. Whats Lilah got that I don't? Well besides a black see-through teddy and a great pair of br... legs. Not that I spend my time looking at Lilah's legs, or her chest for that matter.***
"Lindsey? What the hell are you doing???" Lilah yelled at him, interupting his babbling thoughts.
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