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I saw some of the preps from my school at the park and when they followed me and wouldn't leave me alone, I snapped, I got on my bike and I petaled as fast as I could toward home. When I got there, I cried, then, for the first time... I realized that they scare me. The preps scare me. It's something about their demenor... it makes me afraid... it's like all I can do I run...

A fanciful endeavor of mine, nothing more. In my mind I could see this scene and I wrote about it. Can't recall though what made this scene come to mind. Longing  I suppose for something more in a relationship. I guess I was tired of just being a work horse. That was exactly how I felt in my first marriage and a lot of the longing and pain came out in the poems written during that time.

I'm kind of pathetic here, I fantasized about of all things phone sex and wrote about it! I was too much of a chicken to actually do it, let the person call me and talk sex but I thought about how it would have been and wrote about it! I've done such things so many times, been too chicken to do them but in my mind would nact them out and then write about the incident like it really had happened. I'm not a pervert really, its just that back then I was going through a terrible marriage and was very lonely so when I went on line some nights I probably seemed more like a lonely woman in a pick up bar looking for a score, (sad but true) am truly glad though that part of my life is over and I don't do that stuff anymore, in other words, I'm damn near that of a prude now (laughs)