Bring the flashlight

The unparalleled Pasha Malla has had some bad sex.

Have you seen the movie version of High Fidelity? Remember that part when the girl’s dad or someone dies and all she wants to do is screw? Picture that, except think Linda Blair in The Exorcist meets the Tasmanian Devil meets Traci Lords after six years of solitary confinement. I know this sounds flippant and insensitive, but, honestly, at this stage Lisa was showing no signs of grief. My attempt at consolation — gentle murmuring with a hand rubbing circles on her back — was soundly rejected. That same hand was grabbed and stuffed between her legs, and my murmurs were stifled with a sock and duct tape.

(Thanks to EE for the link.)


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