#and attempting to [redacted] in front of me when I was 20 while I cried and pleaded for her not to

[herawell]

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[daddybugattibieber]

chapter 16

I started the music from the beginning and concentrated on the lyrics in front of me. Today was a long day in the studio. I redid some vocals on other songs and was rearranging different verses and beats. I was a perfectionist. I had a long talk a couple of days ago with Justin and we were kind of back to normal; we are in a different place almost every day.

I didn’t want to tell him how I felt cos I was afraid of him not loving me back, my insecurities couldn’t be more right. He said he’d try though.

“And I hate….to say I love you

When it’s so …..hard for me

And I hate…….. to say I want you

When you make it so clear …. you don’t want me”

I didn’t really wanna talk about it because I got choked up every single time I thought about that night. I didn’t want him to settle with me but he was obviously doing that.

“I’d never ask you cause deep down, I’m certain I know what you’d say

You’d say I’m sorry believe me, I love you but not in that way”

I don’t want him to resent me.

“And I hate……. to say I need you

I’m so reliant

I’m so dependent

I’m such a fool”

I can’t walk away because I love him so much. My happiness is conditioned by him. I would have to leave and shut him completely out of my life in order for me to give up, to walk away. I know my life would suck without my best friend in it.

“When you're…. not there

I find myself singing the blues

Can’t bear

Can’t face the truth”

I know he doesn’t feel the same about me and I try to avoid it.

“You will never know that feeling

You will never see through these eyes”

I’m not stupid, Selena still loves him; he has no obligations to me, what’s stopping him from going back to her.

“I’d never ask you

‘Cause deep down I’m certain I know what you’d say

You’d say I’m sorry believe me, I love you but not in that way

You’d say I’m sorry believe me, I love you but not in that way”

I knew what this was from the jump and I continued it, I enabled myself and him. I begged him to love me but the truth is I can’t force him to feel that way. It’s not meant to be. I can’t constantly give him 100% when he is only giving me 20%. I know he loves me but he is not in love with me. I should just give up cos I’m done feeling like I can’t fucking breathe, I’m done feeling like I am incapable of loving. I deserve it. I want it.

One of the producers buzzed in the room. “You good Sasha”, he couldn’t really see me crying cos of my sunglasses sat over my face.

“We’re keeping the vocals. Let’s wrap it up”

I wiped my tears from under the sunglasses, and made my way out of the sound booth.

I saved whatever edits I had and gathered everything together. I drank a bottle of water it felt so good to wash down my cotton mouth. The team slowly started to trickle out as I sat replaying all the vocals and organizing them on to my lap top once I finished, I called my driver to come get me from the studio.

I climbed in the car, I settled in the back of the limo to hear faint music as I went through night traffic.

My phone rang out. Speaking of the devil, Justin. I answered.

“Hey”

“Sash, are you okay.” He instantly sensed my morose attitude.

“Yeah I’m fine” I sighed.

“you sure”

“yes, you called”

“C’mon talk to me”

“I’m just tired, it’s been a long day” I lightly said.

“You know you don’t have to hide from me. I get it”

“But you don’t” I quickly said.

“I don’t but try to make me understand, you’re also my best friend you know”

“I know”

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore” he said over the phone.

I felt myself let out a whimper. The tears started to fall again. I put my glasses on top of my head and held my face in my hands as I cried these heavy tears I’ve been holding all day.

“I’m sorry” I apologized for crying over the phone. I didn’t want to make him feel guilty. I hiccupped between air and kept on sniffling. I just couldn’t handle it anymore.

Justin was comforting me and calmly telling me to breathe.

I caught my breath. “I’m dealing with it on my own”

“But you don’t have to. Come to my place, I haven’t seen you this week"

I should just let him go. Move on already. I’ll hold him back. He will eventually resent me if I ask him to try to love me; I don’t want to make him unhappy. I don’t want to leave him though.

He was my best friend but lately the lines of friendship were blurred. Did we ruin the that special thing that made us, us?

“Stop stressing yourself out for no reason. I told you I’m gonna try, you are not forcing me, I want to be with you. Please come see me”

“Alright, I’ll come” I gave in.

“See you soon baby”

“Bye” I mumbled.

I gave the driver the new directions and within 10 minutes I was at Justin’s crib.

I used my key and let myself in.

“Justin, I’m here” I shouted setting my stuff on the kitchen counter.

I turned around to see Justin smirking at me.

Before I could say anything, Justin captured my lips with his. The roughness of his tongue swept against mine as he moaned into my mouth.

He pulled away from me as he trailed his lips down my neck.

“I missed you” he panted in between kisses. I brought his face back to mine so he could attack my lips some more.

“You could have called someone else” I said jokingly.

He pulled away from me and lifted my shirt off and tossed it on to the floor.

“Please your the most jealous person I know” Justin mimicked me. I shoved him a little. I rolled my eyes.

“Sasha, you have a huge attitude problem” Justin unhooked my bra and flung it somewhere.

“If this is gonna work we need communication” he suggested.

“Is this your way of communicating”? I asked. We were supposed talk about our feelings rather than deflect it with sex which we were so great at.

He cupped my tender breasts, and the puckered his lips around one of my nipples sucking the it into his mouth, nicking me with his teeth. 

His mouth still attached to my breast as he unbuttoned my shorts while he yanked it down.

“Something like that” he mumbled into my chest.

“You’re about to get your ass beat” I looked at him. Justin laughed. “You think I’m joking but I’m not playin with you” I felt his vibrations on my chest, warm and content, it made me fall in love with him more, god I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I get lost in his eyes. I cracked a smile and decided to play along with his goofy ass nature.

“See this communication thing works and just to let you know, I’m the only one doing the ass beating around here, so tell me some things you want out of this” Justin smiled at me.

“I don’t want an open relationship, I’m also not here to control you; you can do whatever you want  but I also have the room to be jealous and tell you that I am. I’m not okay with you entertaining girls in the slightest, I don’t want you to cheat, will I leave probably not, but don’t do me dirty. No offense but I was really the only girl besides redacted so it shouldn’t be hard to refrain from yo lil friends” I bit his chin.

“Damn we really doing it like that” he held my face back with his free hand so he could look me in the eye. He squished my cheeks squishing my lips and pressed a wet kiss onto it. I pulled back. 

“Yeah we are, I’m not playing your little games Justin. I’m not kidding. I get that your transitioning from your ex even though y’all broke up about two years ago. If you entertain that girl’s fucking shit, I swear to fucking god” I raised an eyebrow.

“You really put my shit on blast” he lifted me on the kitchen counter.

“I’m communicating, Justin” I smirked and opened my legs.

“Alright, can I get back to you on my decision” he distractedly said as he swirled a finger in my wetness and thrusted his thick finger inside of me, the familiar pressing on my walls made my legs fall open wider.

I lowered his head in between my thighs.

“Communication” he said before he gave a long lick against my clit.

I ignored his attempts to tease me, then he halted his actions.

“C’mon talk to me Sasha, communication is key” I looked at him trying not to get impatient.

“You talk and I keep… talking” Justin explained.

“What do you want to talk about” I strained. Justin held up his finger to indicate he needed a moment while he continued to suck on my clit. This nigga was so fucking conniving. I moaned.

“Sorry it’s rude to talk while you eat” He explained.

This made me angrier. He only laughed at my facial expression with his shit eating grin.

“Let me get this straight, we are together but with no labels” Justin asked as he went back down and began his ministrations.

“Yeah, that’s what you want right” I looked at him honestly, with all joking aside.

He nodded.

“We can always talk ab-bbout it. That’sss the thing about a relationshipppp, the rules aren’t exactly fff-ffinal, we do what’s besssst for us, this is not set in stone, I don’t want you to feel like you are trapped” I let my head fall back as his suction became harder.

“I don’t feel trapped Sasha, you know how clingy I can be baby” he smiled against my lower lips before padding his rough tongue in a swirling motion, I unintentionally slipped my hands in his hair. He added another finger and began curling his fingers in a come here motion.

“Good, I’m glad….you…feel that way.”

“Did you miss me?” Justin mumbled in between my thighs, he licked and opened mouth kisses while I began to shake.

“No” being petty was something I was good at.

“You look really good” I felt him smirk, as he sucked on my clit.

“I know” I hummed. 

“Remember you’re not the one in control.” He pulled his face from under me.

I slithered my hand so I could get myself to climax, no job is better done than by a woman anyways. Before I reached my apex, Justin swatted my hand away.

“Sasha stop playing around with me” he growled. I laughed until he slid into me and instantly my pussy clenched around his girth.

“Fuck you’re so tight for me baby” he groaned. I met his thrusts half way, I was so starved for him. I loved the way his hands felt on my body, his touch alone sent tremors of pleasure surging throughout me.

His thrusts halted as someone pounded on the door.

“Fuck, just keep on going ignore it” I begged. Justin’s thrusts began pick up from where he began until we heard the familiar voices of our friends.

“Tell them to leave” I moaned in his ear. “make me cum before you open that door”

“I can’t fucking concentrate” He groaned in annoyance.

“Justin get your ADHD ass together and fuck me”

“I think I’m gonna get the door” Justin winked at me.

“Fuck you” I yelled at him as he zipped his pants.

“Wasn’t I just doing that” He laughed.

“Barely” I yelled at him and threw whatever article of clothing was closest to me.

He left the kitchen. Where that idiot put my clothes? I threw on his wrinkled shirt instead, I quickly pulled on my panties.

In midst of a convo, our friends all nonchalantly kissed me hello like they weren’t interrupting my impending orgasm..

“What took you guys so long” Khalil asked while he closed the door.

“We were just talking…” Justin winked.

They went straight to living room with all their stuff.

I went back into the kitchen to gather the rest of my clothes.

“What are they doing here” Justin looked at me confused.

“I dunno, you deal with it, not my problem” I shrugged.

“Bizzle where you at?” Za yelled from across the room.

“In the kitchen” Justin yelled.

Next thing I know the three of them were in the kitchen with us.

“Y'all forget about us like that” Za jokingly acted like he was heartbroken.

“We have our movie night” Khalil quipped.

Justin and I shared a look and really didn’t remember how we ended hosting this movie night.  

“Woooooooow” Hailey said like a nigga who just got caught cheating. I snapped my head so quickly, this girl is too much.

“You be hanging around them too much girl” I shook my head and got a bottle of water.

“That still doesn’t excuse the fact y’all forgot about us” Hailey said in more or less of her regular voice.

“Maybe we should all fuck each other” Khalil snickered.

“What in the hell is wrong with you. You’re so fucking nasty” I side eyed him.

“I was just saying we would have to fuck each other to be around y’all since that is all you do” Khalil chided.

“That’s not all we do” Justin and I said in unison. I bit my lip. There might be some truth to that but I was deprived.

“I choke her sometimes, well most of the time” Justin poked back. I slapped him against his head.

Justin rubbed the back of his head easing the faux pain he didn’t even experience.

“And I’m the nasty one, that’s some white boy shit ” Khalil sized me up and down in my own house.

“I know your ass be choking girls too, don’t front” Justin defended his actions. I swear he never wanted to admit he was white.

“What movie are we watching, honey” I fake smiled at Khalil.

“I wanted to watch White Chicks”

“You do fuck enough of them” I said under my breath.

“Roasted” Za laughed along with Justin and Hailey. We moved into the living room.  Za started on the bags of popcorn.

“Don’t even start with me, Sasha”

“Justin is the exception” I laughed.

Justin pursed his lips at me like he wasn’t believing a word I said.

Justin sat on the couch and patted the seat next to him. I leaned into Justin as he put his arm around me.

“I’m the exception huh?” Justin questioned as he licked the shell of my ear.

I pulled his face into mine as I kissed his lips to reassurance. I pulled away.

“I need some more” Justin quickly mumbled against my lips. Justin finally pulled back.

“I’m the exception” he repeated.

“I like men of color but you have full lips, you’re not that ignorant, and you also have a fade. Majority of your friends are black… I wouldn’t love you the way I do if you didn’t love black people the way you do”

“I do love black women” Justin smiled.

“Black woman, meaning only this black woman” I corrected him with a peck on on the corner of his mouth.

“Why are you not wearing any pants” Hailey interrupted us.

“We were fucking before you guys came and interrupted us” 

“Nasty” Khalil said in disgust as he turned on the X-box.

“That’s my baby” Justin laughed proudly.

“Is that why you’re so cranky” Hailey hugged me to her as if I needed comfort. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Maybe if you gave us a key, we wouldn’t interrupt you from fucking all the time” Khalil suggested.

“I see your ugly face everyday” Justin disagreed.

“How come Sasha get’s a key then?” 

“Cos I’m fucking her, that’s why, any person who can suck my dick the way she can, can get a key” he laughed as I blushed and shoved his chests.

“Yeah that’s why I have a key” I sarcastically stated, I rolled my eyes.

I got a key for almost every house, apartment, and car this man had. It was cos we have been all we had for a minute. Za and Khalil used to live with him before I came in the picture, but all of them grew up and got their own places.

I remember when he gave me a key to his house, it was a big step, he didn’t even give it the girl he was smashing at the time. I was always with him, sometimes when he was on tour I would sleep in his bed, inhaling his scent because I missed him so much. 

I always had a key to everything. Well not everything, he still hasn’t let me inside his heart.

I was pulled out of my over analytic moment when Za’s idiotic self tried to carry five big bowls on top of one another. “I have popcorn” he sang.

“Did you bring the hot sauce” I asked.

“I gotchu girl” he handed everyone a bowl and then searched inside his pocket for my bottle of tabasco and handed it to me.

Za settled down on the couch in between Hailz and Khalil.

Khalil kissed him on the cheek adoringly, “Love you bro”.

“You’ll love me more when you realize I also copped”

“Forreal, aight that’s why you my nigga. Popcorn and weed” Khalil dapped him up.

“How much you got on you” Justin wondered.

“A half baby” Za winked. As he pulled out a freezer bag from his backpack.

“So you were just conveniently driving with 14 grams in the car” Hailey’s whiteness came out.

“I mean you don’t have to smoke it, if you don’t wanna” Za teased.

“I’m just saying, you should be careful, stop being so reckless” Hailey emptied out a plastic bag of black and milds.

“Says the one who prolly has coke in her purse” Khalil snorted.

I pursed my lips like the black guy in the gif. TEA! 

Everyone laughed at her reddened face. 

“I’m model, it’s for the culture” Hailey shrugged.

I eyed all the black people in the room like when some white people shit go down. 

“Don’t say that, don’t say that for the clout, what culture you got” Khalil said.

“Ooooooo” Za chimed in. He finished rolling his blunt as he licked the sides to mold it together. 

“Y'all remember when Justin got kicked out of the club for rolling the worst blunt" I couldn’t help but laugh as Za retold the story. 

“You weren’t even there, why are you laughing so hard” Justin side eyed me even though I taught him how to do that.

I laughed harder at his expense because he became more heated.

“You remember when he changed his race to african american” I said in hysterics. 

“You can say black, babe, it’s not like it’ll offend us, not every black person is african american” I wipe the tears from my eyes.

Everyone was laughing so hard, I could’t sit up straight. 

I saw Justin crack a smile at me.

“I thought I was woke” Justin said in defense as he held up two flat blunt he rolled himself.

“Barely” I laughed in his face.

“I said black lives matter though” He pouted.

“I know baby, you are trying and that’s what counts. You are definitely not as racist” I pecked his lips.

Justin shook his head in defeat.

Justin placed the blunt in my mouth and one in his. He moved his thumb against the lighter and lit the end of my blunt first as I sucked in to start the burning of the tree. After I puffed my fist air of smoke, Justin lit his. 

Soon the living room was under a fog and our laughter only increased. While the movie played, Za and I made jokes through out scenes.

Justin ended up throwing popcorn at me, I threw some back. I was trying so hard not to laugh.

“Stop playing” I said so he could only hear me. 

Justin threw a hand full of popcorn in my direction some of it hitting Hailey in the face.

“What the fuck?” Hailey whispered.

Justin hid his face in my stomach, as Hailey looked at us with shake of a head.

She went back to watching the movie. Justin took another hand full, this time the popcorn reached Za and Khalil as well.

“Yo who is throwing popcorn” Khalil looked over at the two of us why we giggled uncontrollably. 

I felt popcorn rain on top of me and Justin, I looked up to Za behind the couch smirking like he was up to no good.

“That’s it” Justin bounced from the couch and began to chase Za.

I got up and shook off the popcorn on me. I heard the sound of running feet re-enter the living this time both these two idiots had nerf guns, Justin pointed his gun at me. Khalil was no where to be seen. They staged a coup on me and Hailey. They always pulled shit like this.

Hailey and I shared a knowing look. This was revenge from when me and Hailz won the last game, they surprised attacked us.

I licked my teeth.

“Chill, babe, this is so unfair please don’t shoot, I’m unarmed, you remember black lives matter Justin, you are so woke baby, I love you” I begged Justin not to the pull the trigger, before Justin could answer I ran to get a hold of some nerf guns, Justin’s gun went off,  the nerf bullet flew right by my ear, I turned the corner and got situated with a nerf gun and pack of bullets, I heard someone come in, I jumped aiming at the person but it was only Hailey.

“It’s just you” I sighed in relief. She had a gun in her hand.

This was our hiding space last time the guys still haven’t found where we hid our guns and amo.

“What’s the plan” she asked.

I tossed her a pink walkie talkie.

“This is our mode of communication, we are going on a stake, make sure you are far away from them and have it turned off so they don’t hear you if I come through”

“I’m going to check upstairs to see if it’s clear, you hide downstairs and tell me where I can spot them and snipe from the balcony” I commanded.

We took this game really seriously.

We left the room, I stealthily made my way upstairs, I cleared out the rooms and made my way to the balcony, I clicked the radio “upstairs is clear, heading to balcony, copy”

“I have located the boys, they are on the patio” 

“Shit I have to get closer, I’m coming down stairs. Keep me informed.”

I raced down the stairs, and went out the back door to be on the opposite side of Hailey. Hailey and I both spotted each other as the boys were making their plans. 

We were both far away from them where they wouldn’t hear us or see us.

“We will wait until one of them is left” I said into the walkie. “wait for my nod”

Justin and Za left to go back in the house, as we waiting or them to go deep enough in the house where they couldn’t save Khalil.

Khalil was sitting there like a duck, blunt in mouth, his back turned to us. I nodded at Hailey and we closed in to the target. Once we’re both behind him, Hailey and I pulled the trigger and shot Khalil at the same time. 

“Noooooo” Khalil dramatically sank to floor as his knees hit first. I saw Justin watch the scene from the balcony, shot’s were fired, Hailey and I ran away from the scene. 2 more to go.

“Let’s split up, I get Za you get Justin” She said, I nodded. 

“Let me know when you are done with your attack” I said. Hailey continued to run where I hid behind the bush still watching Khalil pout as Justin come running down asking where we went.

Justin ran right by me into Hailey’s direction. Once he was far away Hailey said she located Za in the garage, I knew to go back to my spot on the balcony, I ran behind Khalil as his eyes were closed, I snuck my way inside the house and ran up the stairs. 

I went towards the guest room with the balcony. 

Hailey radioed me that she got Za. I saw her drag Za and sit him by Khalil on the patio. She snuck around back behind, so Khalil or Za couldn’t find her but just in case Justin would show up she could aim for a nice shot.

I turned off my radio, I heard a click.

I immediately turned around with my gun pointed.

“I really don’t want to do this, but you play dirty baby” Justin said with smirk as he inched closer with his gun pointed and loaded.

“What can I say I’ve learned from the best” I circled around him looking for a point of exit

“Don’t try to get yourself out of this one, I locked the door”

“I could just pull the trigger right now” I said with an eyebrow raised.

“Drop all of your guns, you know the rules, your back was turned to me”

“You shot at me with no gun today, that was also against the rules”

“Not if I missed on purpose” He licked his lips. “Drop them”

There was some sexual tension, but I had a game to win. We were both so competitive.

“How about we make a deal, we both shoot at each other, you still loose, I still have Hailey, waiting, we would still win”

“We both know Hailey is no match for me, I know exactly where she is.”

“We can walk away, we can tie” I compromised.

“Not if I shoot first” He said. “Drop them first and we will make that deal”

“I don’t trust you, you won’t shoot first anyways”

“Why you think that?”

“Cos you only have one bullet” I laughed.

“Smart girl” He raised his eyebrows.”Alright, we’ll make the deal, we both drop the guns, but you have to give head if you want a tie” 

“Sounds like I’m still loosing no matter what”

“Well guess we have to see, won’t we” 

“Fine” I rolled my eyes. 

We both slowly put our gun’s on the waist tall dresser

Justin took my face in his hands and stuck his tongue in mouth, he sucked on my lip.

“You’re so hot when you listen to me” He whispered into my neck. I moaned into him. I pushed him away a little.

I clicked the the walkie talkie, Justin continued to suck on my neck “I have located Justin, I have one bullet left so I’m have to wait until he is not as alert”

“Okay no problem, let me know if you need back up”

“Okay girl”

I placed the walkie back on the table and smiled at Justin.

“See, I can be cooperative” I said with dripping sarcasm.

“I know baby, let’s see how cooperative you can be” He smirked and sat at the edge of the bed.

I kissed him again ass he palmed breast through the big t-shirt that was his.

“First let’s rehash what we were doing in the kitchen” Justin grabbed my ass as he ripped my panties in half.

“You’ll have to remind me” I smiled.

Justin’s hands slithered down reaching my clit, as he spread my wetness around my clit, two fingers entered inside of me. I felt my eyes dilate with the lust as he pumped inside me, consistently hitting my wall, adding an amazing amount of pressure.

He pulled his fingers out of me, I moaned from the loss, his fingers were drenched in my arousal. He placed his fingers inside of his mouth and moaned as he sucked it in. I bit my lip. He was such a freak.

“So delicious” He whispered on my lips, as our tongues connected I could taste myself on his lips, it was so erotic, I basically swallowed his tongue whole. He released his cock from his shorts and quickly thrusted inside of me, I felt whole once again. The ache I was feeling was getting fed. He slowly rocked into me as his hands were gripping against my hips slowly sliding me up and down his rigid cock, I felt like I would be the first one to cum. I have felt myself quickly building up like a wave, his deep shallow thrusts were making me moan into him, my nipples hardened at the rubbing against his chest. I was so turned on, fucking while our friends were waiting for us, just loving Justin’s rigid cock pumping repeatedly into me, he hit the same spot over and over and over, it was just right, his next thrust sent me in shock, as his cock hit a nerve that made me shake uncontrollably, I felt my impending orgasm rush through my whole body and I rolled my eyes back, his shallow thrusts slowed  down as he lifted me off of his dick.

“I want to cum in your mouth” he said as he pushed me on my knees and took his cock between my lips and sucked the head as pre cum rushed out. His eyes squeezed shut preventing himself to not shoot his load. I reached from under the bed and grabbed the gun I purposefully left under the bed the first time I came up to the balcony room. I smirked at my great plan.

I moaned as his dick was deep down my throat and Justin’s body jolted, he was about to cum soon, his cock twitched in my mouth as I bobbed my head up and down, Justin groaned as he shot his load down the back of my throat, I sucked every drop, his dick was a burning pink and his eyes were closed.

“Open you’re eyes baby” I said in the sweetest voice.

As soon as Justin opened his eyes he gave me a humorless laugh as I pulled the trigger releasing the bullet right into his stomach make a loud pop sound.

“I always win, baby” I stuck my tongue at him. I tugged on a new pair of panties and pulled down the long shirt.

“Hailz we won” I said into the walkie as I looked at Justin’s exhausted body trying to catch his breath.

I saw her run out of hiding and shoot the boys with the left over amo.

I walked out of the guest room, leaving Justin behind to replay how I tricked him. 

This game never got old.

[emptyheartfoolbrain]

1- 1. Just One Name

2-1. Chris [Redacted] [Redacted]

2-2. Create interactive entertainment and tell stories for people to listen and laugh along with.

2-2a. Storyteller

2-3. Border Collie

2-4. In kindergarten I had trouble communicating with people I didn't know or trust (i still not very good at it), and this lead me to never raise my hand to go to the bathroom, and i was yelled at one too many times for just getting up to find the restrooms myself. Everyday around 2P.M. I would pee my tiny shorts while sitting quietly in my tiny chair, until one day 2P.M. struck while the entire class was standing in a line turning in a worksheet the teacher had us do. So I pissed my pants standing in front of the whole class in front of my teacher's desk. The teacher yelled at the close and then yelled at me making me clean up my own urine in my still wet pants, while I cried.

2-4a. Urine Weeper

2-5. White Hot Spoon

2-6. Writing

2-7. 12

2-8. Desertion

2-9. Drowning

2-10. Drank a Coke

2-11. Dancer

2-12. Plasma

2-13. Fist

2-14. Cancer

2-15. Humorous

3-16. Macready

3-17. Shining

3-18. Pleasures

3-19. Mural Lymphatic Endothelial Cells

3-20. B-52

3-21. Slowly tear the tops off 100 thousand muffins and flatten them into roughly the height of cookies with his bare hands, while wearing a turtle neck, cream colored pants, and a read and green polka dota and frilled apron.

3-22. Destroy

4-1. Will have the suffix -Man

4-2. No Condition

4-3. Not a clone

4-4. NOT HIDEO Kojima

5-5. Occupational Name

7-1. Storyteller

7-2. Fist

7-3 -man

7-4. Fist Storytellerman

Howdy, I am Fist Storytellerman, and if you're wondering how I got this name, well let me tell you...a story.

I was just another man, but personally I don't identify with the gendered label. I was a person living a normal life down in Texas going Bout my business of delivering good words to the people of our once great nation, stories filled with laughter and triumph, and heartache to entertain and soothe a dying world. Until one morning when i woke up, I found Mads Mikkelsen in my kitchen, wearing MY apron, and destroying a batch of muffins I'd baked for the woman i had married. His bare hands destroying the the tops of the muffins and turning them into flattened bits of cake like cookies. This was a transgression from which no one should be able to recover, no matter how off putting and handsome they may be. I sprang into action, my dancers body became a windmill of fury and claws as I attempted to best the actor who had invaded our lives. As the punches and kicks flew between us my right fist became lodged within the award winners gaping mouth while he screamed "You're nothing more than a tiny Urine Weeper." Fisting the mouth of a great actor was not the way I wished the woman i loved to see me as she left for work, and in my hurried attempts to tell her the story, Mads bit my right fist from my arm and escaped by leaping off the balcony. So, I had a fist constructed of scrap from an old B-52 bomber, and though I can never open my hands again, or stroke the cheek of my lover due to the plasma powering my newly minted weapon I vowed that one day I would find the rogue actor who had taken everything from me, one fateful morning.

And that is how i became Fist Storytellerman...

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With the Saturday arrest of Jeffrey Epstein - who is reportedly offering to name elite pedophiles in exchange for leniency, a leaked copy of the billionaire sex predator's "little black book" may provide some insight into some very rich individuals who should be nervous right about now.  he book was smuggled out of Epstein's residence by his former house manager, Alfredo Rodriguez, who was busted trying to sell it in 2009 for $50,000 - only to get caught, charged with obstruction of justice, and die in prison after 18 months from a 'long illness.'  According to an FBI affidavit, Rodriguez described the address book and the information contained within it as the "Holy Grail" or "Golden Nugget" to unraveling Epstein's sprawling child-sex network. But despite having been subpoenaed for everything he had on his former boss, Rodriguez didn't share it with the FBI or Palm Beach Police Department detectives investigating Epstein. Instead, he tried to make a $50,000 score by covertly peddling the black book to one of the attorneys launching lawsuits at Epstein on behalf of his victims. -Gawker According to a 2015 Gawker article, Epstein's little black book contains hundreds of names that a hobnobbing socialite billionaire might keep on hand, however around 50 of the entries were circled by Rodriguez - "including those of many of Epstein's suspected victims and accomplices," according to the report.  Some of the names in the book include:  Ralph Fiennes Alec Baldwin David Blaine Jimmy Buffett  Courtney Love Charlie Rose Mike Wallace  Barbara Walters Ehud Barak Tony Blair David Koch  John Gutfreund Prince Andrew And of course:  Bill Clinton and Donald Trump About 50 of the entries, including those of many of Epstein's suspected victims and accomplices as well as Trump, Love, Barak, Dershowitz, and others, were circled by Rodriguez. >Alec Baldwin >Tony Blair >the Bronfmans >office of Bill Clinton >Alastair Campbell >Jonathan Dimbleby >John Cleese (;A;) >Minnie Driver >Duke and Duchess of York >”Elizabeth” (Queen?) >Chris Evans (0207 number, extremely overpaid BBC presenter, not the Captain America actor) >Brian Ferry >Ralph Fiennes >David Frost >Rupert Heseltine >Liz Hurley >one of the Jagger offspring >literally all of the Kennedy clan >Jemma Kidd >Henry Kissinger >Boby Kotic (Activision CEO) >Christopher Lambert (;A;) >Simon Le Bon >Doug Liman >Courtney Love >Peter Mandelson >Rupert Murdoch >Andrew Neil >Jon Peters, Hollywood mega-producer >Prince Charles >Joan Rivers >the Rothschilds >Maria Shriver >Soros >Kevin Spacey >Koo Stark >Ivana and Ivanka Trump (not Donald, though) >Chris Tucker >Bob Weinstein >Prince Michel of Yugoslavia >”Police - sergeant Robert Goldberg” >entire section devoted to “ISLAND” >John Kerry And those are just the recognisable-to-normies entries. There’s a who’s-who of financiers and high society money in there too. Jesus Christ. In addition to the names above, as well as scores of apparent underage victims in Florida, New Mexico, California, Paris, and the United Kingdom listed under the rubric of "massage," the circled entries include: Billionaire Leslie Wexner Former New Mexico Governor Bruce King Former New Mexico Governor and Democratic presidential hopeful Bill Richardson Peter Soros, the nephew of George Soros Former Miss Sweden and socialite New York City doctor Eva Andersson Dubin Some of the circled entries include additional notes—one address in New York City, for instance, is marked as an "apt. for models," and two names bear the marking "witness."  You don't even have to do anything, and most people invited might even be totally unaware of the real purpose of the parties! But, sooner or later, some billionaire will get handsy, she'll escort him to a room with a hidden camera, things happen. Morning after, you strike. The fund is offshore in a tax haven (check) and nobody will see the client list (check).  Of course, you don't really know anything about investing, instead making up some nonsense about currency trading (check), and nobody on Wall Street has ever traded with you (check) A $20 million wire from Billionaire X to you with no obvious reason will raise many questions, and the IRS will certainly want to know what you did to warrant it.  A $5 million quarterly fee for managing $1 billion in assets?  Nobody bats an eye.  Because of this structure, you're extraordinarily secretive about client lists (check) because they artters or return streams ever leak (check)  Occasionally you may also try this trick on other people: important political figures, mayors, prosecutors, etc. They don't invest in the fund, but it's nice to have them in your pocket.  Others (academics, artists, etc.) can just be bought with money as a PR smokescreen. And the last piece of the puzzle is the evidence. You'd want it somewhere remote, but accessible: a place the US can't touch but you have an excuse to visit all the time to update.  Remember that offshore fund? I bet there's a *very* interesting safe deposit box there.

this wasn't his rolodex. it was his special book; which he's old buttler was trying to peddle for 50k. probbaly is worth a lot more. >tony blair >mike bloomberg posted this one just because it has 2 wins.

this looks like a fun read. https://pt.scribd.com/document/416207833/Jeffrey-Epsteins-Little-Black-Book-Redacted#from_embed

"And there were lots of parties! I remember I ran to the bathroom of the hotel L’Hirondellein the Queen Elisabeth Street in Knokke where a party was taking place. I was breathing heavily when I crawled towards the toilet, fighting the urge to throw up. One of the men had orally raped me pushing so deeply in my throat that I had gagged, upon which he had beaten me. After a while however he had found another victim and I had taken advantage of this to flee to the bathroom. But instead of throwing up I had started to cry uncontrollably. I was taken over completely by feelings of panic, fear and helplessness and pushed myself against the cool tiles of the bathtub. The door opened. One of the abusers entered, closed the door and sat down in front of me. I tried to stop crying but the tears kept coming. It looked as if a dike had burst inside me. He caressed my hair, whispered in a soothing way that I was safe now. “Don’t be afraid little girl, I’m with you now…” And he stroked my hair, pulled me close to him. I braced myself at first, afraid to get hit again, but his hands kept caressing me. I cried against his chest and my little eight-year-old body

>eight-year-old body

was shaking against his shoulders. I put my little arms around his neck, hesitating, and cuddled up against his body. I allowed all the pain and misery to break loose. I cried as if I would never stop, clung to him like a drowning person. Then his hand went between my legs. Suddenly, without any warning, he turned me around, made me sit on all fours and raped me. He breathed heavily when he came, pushed me away, zipped his pants and left. I had turned him on by looking to him for consolation and protection."

Regina Louf, Dutroux Affair victim. Her full testimony can be found here:

>https://www.scribd.com/document/125814985/109518200-Regina-s-Story

>The book was smuggled out of Epstein's residence by his former house manager, Alfredo Rodriguez, who was busted trying to sell it in 2009 for $50,000 - only to get caught, charged with obstruction of justice, and die in prison after 18 months from a 'long illness.'  This is all very tantalizing, but isn't it possible this is just an innocuous address book, 99% of the names have no knowledge of the crimes and only brief associations with Epstein, and the butler was just trying to profit?

A shill is someone whom cannot see criminal behavior based on a gradient of political partisanship. Shills are pushing a third party's (A: Me, B: You, C: not in the room) agenda loyally, while engaging in every confirmation bias known to man, while unironically (in the shill's opinion) hating Snopes.com, to whom the shill is logically identical.  This isn't about Trump, or Epstein. This is about how a corrupt system has emerged, and replaced typical American values with Zionist ones, to include the kike sodomite obsession with sex, and preoccupation with perversion.  Now, be sure to say some uncalled for repudiation, using every attempt to ignore this lesson. But, let it sink in, as well. Jimmy Buffett... Fifteen may get you twenty, that's all right Cause they'll be rocking and a rolling on a Livingston Saturday night https://youtu.be/X7ckBvSKG-Q https://thedevilman666.blogspot.com/https://www.facebook.com/groups/qanonreports https://twitter.com/CIACLOWN1 https://www.bitchute.com/channel/ciaclown16661/