Here, let me show you a few photographs I took of my antique shop. <br /> <br /> You’ll notice in this first shot, there is a nice retro-style record player in the lower right corner. That was the golden age of music back then, wasn’t it? Back before every song in the world was a couple of seconds away on the internet. Finding a good song was a big deal back in those days, it made us appreciate music more.<br /> <br /> Oh, also there’s a naked bitch in the foreground.<br /> <br /> That particular worthless whore is Melissa, who for years used to say she was a “friend” of mine. She even used to work in the antique shop, for a little while. Of course I got a hard-on for her every damn day she came in. I always wanted to fuck that teasing little cunt, but she pretended not to notice.<br /> <br /> You know that game that women play... she would walk around in these low-cut shirts, with bare mid-drifts and mini-skirts, showing off her body every chance she got. She’d always have her make-up all done up, and her back arched, shoving her fucking tits in my face. Then, after all that work she put into attracting male attention, she’d act all surprised and offended whenever a guy hit on her.<br /> <br /> Melissa played that stupid game even worse than most women. See, I was always attracted to her, and I’ll admit that back then I was a bit shy, so I didn’t go after her as much as I should have. But I did actually lean in and kiss her; I did it a couple of times actually, over the course of the years that she worked for me. And she kissed me back! The bitch was totally into kissing me.<br /> <br /> But then the next day, after we kissed, she always gave me this long speech about how we should just be friends and how she “didn’t see me that way.” Then the next day, she’d come in to work practically naked, with her panties showing through her mini-skirt and her nipples showing through her blouse, with no bra on at all.<br /> <br /> God damn cunt. <br /> <br /> She loved knowing that I wanted her. But she loved denying me even more. It made her feel powerful, lording it over me, flaunting what I couldn’t have.<br /> <br /> So finally, one day, I decided to do something about it. You are looking at the results.<br /> <br /> I think it was a good decision.

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