when I was around sixteen, I and a mate went camping down the surf coast.
we ran into some girls, and managed not to repulse them. we spent the afternoon with them, and in the evening we built a fire on the beach and shared a bottle of wine one of them had brought. a dark haired girl seemed to take a shine to me and sat beside me, her legs touching mine. I couldn't believe things were going so well and was already thinking about how I was going to convince my mate to leave the tent alone to us.
It was then that I reached into the fire to turn a log over. by the the time the pain receptors in my thumb told my brain to pull my hand back, the damage had already been done. My thumb had grabbed a hot coal. I pretended like nothing had happened, but it fucking throbbed. burying it in the cold wet sand only bought partial relief. And the pain didn't go away or get better. I couldn't concetrate, I couldn't respond or enjoy anything, all I could think about was how much it hurt. No doubt she found my sudden change of behaviour from romantic to withdrawn puzzling and hurtful. And i was left regretting what might have been with that dark haired girl at the beach
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Fri 23 May 2014, 13:54, 1 reply)

star wars?

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Fri 23 May 2014, 13:57, closed)

she did turn out to be my sister

( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Fri 23 May 2014, 14:02, closed)