|2013-01-04 21:02:27||I prefer humorous psychiatric help; its less boring. I did warn you, anonymous judgmental reader; you chose to keep reading, so no, you can't have those five minutes of your life back, they are now mine to do with as I will. I think that I will use them to poop on your meatloaf.|
|2013-01-08 21:00:28||Is this thing on? Okay. *click* ATTENTION PEOPLE... *SQUEEEEELE*
FUCK! Let's try this again.
SORRY I HAVE TO USE THE MEGAPHONE, THERE'S A REALLY LOUD FREAK SOMEWHERE ON THE PAGE WHO'S YELLING REALLY STUPID SHIT AT...SOMEBODY, I CAN'T REALLY TELL WHO!
NOW, THANK YOU FO...what? He's done? Oh, good.
Anyway, thanks to everybody who took the time to leave a comment. There is definitely a second part on the way; I love the idea that there are older teenage girls out there who own their sexuality and don't care what people think of them. I think that the ex-girlfriend may make an appearance somewhere down the road. I haven't decided in what capacity that may happen; it might not. Sometimes my stories take on a life of their own and I become a helpless bystander.
|2013-01-11 22:11:39||Please, what? As I said at the top of the story, Elizabeth is a real person, every aspect of her physical description is accurate; I've seen yearbook photos of her in the sixth grade, she was, indeed, a small 'D' cup (she is now a LARGE DD cup). If you don't understand statistics, and how puberty effects a small percentage of youngsters, that's not my problem. Have a nice day.|
|2013-01-11 22:15:13||The story was continued as a 'next generation' thing in "I Was a Teenage Billionaire (but it was a secret until the second part).|
|2013-01-14 02:02:44||Hey there, Milf part 3 is up. Go. Hunt. Read. Spank.|