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Tuesday, August 16, 2011

On Top of Old Smokey

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It was around midnight when Tom come home. Tom stumbled through the front door with a beer can in his hand. "Tom?" it was obvious that Tom was drunk. tom slurred his words as he spoke "whut?" As if he didn't know. "Are you DRUNK?" i asked him. "No.." he denied it. "Tomm! what do you think you're doing?!" i yelled at him. "Drink?" he replied. i started to get annoyed. If there is ONE thing that really pisses me off, it would have to be drinking. A few beers occasionally is fine, no harm done. But, when it gets to be a problem is when i freak out. that shit isn't gonna fly. i spent eighteen years with an alcoholic mother, and I'm not putting up with this crap. "How you doohan?" Tom asked me in that Wendy Williams tone of voice. "not to good, tom." "yeah?" tom said, his eyes drooping and his voice getting deeper. "you have had enough for tonight. go to bed." i said, taking the beer can out of his hand. "then come to bed with me.." Tom pushed my body against the wall. His lips pressing against mine. i struggled to push him away. "Tooomm!" i didn't want tom anywhere near me right now. "Shut up!" he slithered his tongue into my mouth. "Tom! i don't- i-." Tom ignored me. i was finally able to push him away. "Tom, that's enough! i don't wanna do this when your drunk.." "c'mon baby.." I moved away from the wall and took a seat on the couch. "No, Tom. i mean it. i don't want you touching me right now." Tom began to yell "Why the fuck not?!?" "Tom, please don't yell.." "i can fucking yell if you don't give me what i fucking want!!!" "Tom! just- no!" i yelled back. Tom took a seat next to me. "Come on Babbeee!" he said, followed by kisses. "God- i can fucking taste all the liquor!" ewww. "so?" more kisses followed. "Stop, that's gross!" "you like it..." He said. "Don't make me leave.. i don't wanna be here if your gonna act like this.." i was bluffing. i had no where to go. "Where are you gonna go? this is our home, baby. you got no where to go.." more kisses. damn. "i do! i have- friends!" "like who?" he asked, kissing my chest. "i don't have to explain myself to you!" i yelled. "don't talk." he told me, giving me another kiss. oh- fuck it! i put up a good fight, right? i can't resist Tom, even if he is drunk.

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