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sample mpeg rape clips "mpegrapeclips" story: The trail wound around a grove of trees, and the subliminal little gurglings that had pestered the edge of my hearing became a little louder, and I finally realized that the sound I had unconsciously been trying to place was rush of a shallow stream over half-submerged rocks. I still couldn't see it, but I knew that stream had something to do with our trek. As the path led over a small hill, the sound became abruptly louder, and I saw the stream, a lovely little brook that wandered this way and that, as aimless as that silent walk we had been sharing. You turned to me, your chest-length blonde hair shining radiantly from the small patches of afternoon sunlight that poked through the leaves above, and said "Not much further. Maybe only ten minutes." Those were the first words you had said to me in almost an hour, but what was so wonderful was merely the sound of your voice, not the content of your words. I began to drift backwards in time again, thinking of all the years we had spent together, since that first summer when your family moved in three houses down from ours, since that lazy summer when we were 7 years old. I had never known any friend who understood me so completely, who comprehended the feelings and emotions I endured while we grew up together. When I broke up with a girlfriend, you were always there to hold me as I sobbed, and I was there to do the same for you when you lost your boyfriends. I always wondered why we never dated, but somehow I think we both knew that if *we* were to break up, there would be no-one there to console us, which would be far worse than the transitory pain of losing yet another lover. The trail followed the brook pretty closely, venturing no more than a few feet away at any time. we were forced to go single-file because it was so thin. I didn't mind when you took the lead. we never did compete at anything, I reminisced. I also didn't mind the view. you were always one of the prettiest girls in school, although I was convinced that none of your boyfriends appreciated you properly. They only saw the clean, well-defined features of your face, the slender but enticing lips and your lovely pale blue eyes. They saw your fair skin and your feminine arms and hands (always with perfectly trimmed, long nails, unpainted except for special occasions) and your slim waist as objects of their desire, to be coveted for personal satisfaction. They never knew you as I did, the shy romantic girl who was secretly very saddened to have such an attractive body that these 'men' never slowed down long enough to love you with their minds and hearts instead of their loins... continue -> rape paysites |
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