Bella was young, thin, attractive, and not afraid to let the world know. Short skirts, tight pants, and sheer tops frequently featured in her outfits. She turned the heads of teenagers and seniors alike. Men stared with lust; women glared with hate. One afternoon, for the first time in Bella’s life, an outsider vocalised their opinion of the teenager. “You disgust me,” the middle-aged woman announced. “You walk sex around like whore.”
“Me?” said Bella, with a tone of false accusation. “You’re wandering the streets with three children and you want me to think you’re a saint? As far as the public is concerned only one of us has definitely been rammed with cock. You have kids; what’s thought of me is just speculation.”
“Me?” said Bella, with a tone of false accusation. “You’re wandering the streets with three children and you want me to think you’re a saint? As far as the public is concerned only one of us has definitely been rammed with cock. You have kids; what’s thought of me is just speculation.”