Funny how you say that, because whenever I leave your mother's house, her walls are repainted with a new coat of white paint. It's even funnier considering the walls have been repainted with this special paint since last Saturday evening, whenever I entered the house. Apparently the drawer in your parents room was not working, and as the nice person I am, I decided I would be the one for the job. She told me things about herself, you, your father, and her desire to have more kids. What she didn't tell me was that she loved taking dick from strangers, but I found out soon enough whenever I was halfway done fixing the cabinet drawer. She's bouncing up and down on me like a basketball, and doing spins like a ballerina. She's shaking so much she can't even look me in the eyes or keep her eyes open at all. I'm pushing through every single organ in her body and tearing them apart like a pitbull around an unattended toddler. When we're finished. She can't stop shaking and doesn't even have the strength to get up. Before I left, I sprayed lavender febreeze in every room, and left with no plan to speak to or even see her again.
