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Raina
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We took a shower together. Soapy foreplay if you will. He was six foot two, about two hundred twenty pounds. I am every inch of five foot four, and I am one hundred thirty soaking wet and holding my breath.
I'm standing on the rim of the tub, facing him. I move in close for a kiss, and slip on the wet surface. Automatically, I reach for the shower rod that breaks, causing me to fully lose leverage and fall backwards.
He reaches for me, and he slips also. So I have completely fallen out of the shower and bumped my head on the commode. And all six foot two, two hundred and twenty pounds comes crashing on to me, causing me to bump my head again.
He picks me up, carries me into the bedroom, dries me off and rubs baby oil lovingly into my skin, and I begin to drift off into either a deep sleep, or moderate head trauma.
Sensing this, he sits all two hundred twenty pounds on my chest, and begins to slap my cheek, harder and harder with each blow.
"You are not about to go to sleep on me after what just happened" he says.
He makes me get dressed, go outside in a Chicago November, and makes me walk around the apartment building until he is convinced that my head is okay.
Ever since that night, I only date midgets, and I cringe at the thought of sex in the shower.
The End
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