Carter let me touch her today!

Today, like every other day in my life, I was crippled by the effects of depression and illness due to the increasingly dire state of my child smoker lungs. I took a risk by venturing on a little escapade with my very best friend carter. Carter is soooo pretty. The way her hair moves as her curly brown (previously opioid addicted) tendrils blow in the wind makes my legs weaken and shake. Sometimes I watch her from afar, usually in dark clothing as to not be seen, just to get a whiff of her stench. Today Carter wore a shirt I gave her, clearly indicating to me that she was in love and initiating sexual intercourse. Little beknownst to carter I also installed miniature functional video cameras in all of her clothing! Silly Carter XD! Reese also came. So, as I stared across the table at her expressive brown previously opioid addicted eyes and she snarfed down her waffles I felt a spark and then I knew for sure my feelings were mutual. Then, at 11:26 AM, our hands touched for a brief moment and I felt a sensation of overwhelming happiness taking over for those moments. And, for a short second in my quiet, miserable life, I was able to bathe in the orgasmic sensation of her touch. The soft, man-like crinkles of her previously opioid addicted fingers set something aflame inside my being. Now I reside in the walls of Carters house not only because of my deep lust for carter but to hide from the skinwalkers.