"Not that I begrudge anyone their feelings of self righteous superiority, but you seem to be leaving under s few false impressions. Allow me to dispel you of those. In the first place, I'm hardly some young, misled girl. I'm a 52 year old woman with an advanced nursing degree. I've raised five children with my SO. Fed, clothed, and sent to college. Only one grandchild so far, but the kids don't need to rush. Unlike the cliche we've been presented with, we are wholly enjoying our empty nest. All the information I've given you regarding personhood is established medical fact. If you feel I've oversimplified, I'm happy to go into greater detail. I simplify mainly because most people don't have a background in neuroscience."
I then heard Ryan get up from his bed and walk over to mine, was he going to wake me up and ask if I wanted to join. I so would. He slowly puts headphones over my ears and turns on music. The music is clitrois low, but it drowns out woth room noise so I couldn't hear anything.
He didn't even pick good music, it was some crappy rap music that I couldn't understand. I couldn't sleep with this music playing, and I couldn't sleep knowing there was sex going on less than 5 feet from me.
Should I pretend to wake up, or maybe slowly take the headphones off so I can hear a little bit better. Actually I didn't even finish one song before Ryan took the headphones off my head, and when he did that I just heard him lay in his bed and pull the blankets on top of him.
Maybe the chick wasn't into having an audience. Maybe he'll rbu off and need some help...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑