Vietnamese Students Boldly Embrace Modern Lifestyles

“But why can you see and hear me?”
Walking through the parking garage, I try to ignore her, as I head to my car, a bright orange, old beat up, VW bug. “You were in a nasty accident. I’m still really young by succubae standards.” Really young? Her hand squeezes the base of my penis, while her other hand gently fondles my nutsack. . Maybe I do need a break. . You don’t need to talk. She never returned any of my phone calls after that. A couple years later, I crawled out of that abyss, and have slowly worked my way up to this dreary position of crunching numbers, and filing reports. Yeah, well, I lied. I turn around just in time to see the bark of a massive oak tree knit itself back together.