lady day...

women mumbling words as: whore, witch,
philistine... the nocturnal sounds of the black
orchestrate a boredom: Melania attending to an
Aunt, more so, for how she treated her when she
was so young, where strange asides, although
prohibited, were investigated... as by the time
Melania was fifteen, and had a boyfriend, she
found the whole assertion of ordinary life a
formality... waking up, going to bed, eating, sex
seemed all manner of strange... Thursday's would
mean her Aunt would take care of a young boy
with Downs Syndrome, she would soon call,
Paella... Paella would mostly be interested in toys,
sugar, play often alleviating all his clothes and
running around the house... though she soon
would watch him, play with herself, as he grunted
and stuttered around the living room naked, for
his member was large, thick and ravenous to her
imagination: watching this young boy run around
naked... Paella's disability was inherently
debilitating: most days he could do nothing more
than sleep, eat, play... cruelly, this caused an ideal
sensation within Melania, of the use of this thick
member that could be used anyway she could
think of, in her mind... licking, rubbing in
exchange for sweets... games where Melania soon
taught Paella how to wade inside her up next to
the toy box with him grunting incomprehensible
words... the sounds of Children's cartoons on in
the background... Paella didn't know much of
what was occurring, though often called what
they would do, Bullicio... his Mother would often
casually inquire why when she would exit the
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