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6 A PENIS STORY
6 A PENIS STORY
6 A PENIS STORY
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Erica wasn't always the kind of person to give a second thought about things. She developed her sour disposition only after working a few weeks at a tollbooth. There was no reason for Erica not to like her new job--at least at first. The work wasn't too taxing, the pay was good, and the hours weren't intolerable. Erica worked the graveyard shift, when traffic was its slowest and it was easy to catch up on her reading of the Resident Evil Novels By Stephani Danelle Perry in the long intervals between cars. It cost exactly a dollar to go through. So usually it wasn't even necessary for her to look up from her book when the cars passed through. She'd just stick her hand out mechanically, take the bill handed to her, and deposit it in her cash drawer as the vehicle accelerated away. But all that would change for her soon enough. It was April Fools, and Erica was working alone. It was a surprisingly warm night, and a bank of fog had risen from a nearby river to envelop the toll plaza. Although the booths were separated by only a few feet, Erica found that the murk made it difficult to see the other toll booths around her. The lights on the booths gave the swirling vapors an otherworldly glow that only intensified her feelings of being cut off from the world. As time passed by, fewer and fewer vehicles came separated by spans of fifteen to twenty minutes. The fog had grown thicker, and it seemed to blanket noise outside the booth, giving the night an eerie stillness. Erica was just beginning to wonder if she would handle another vehicle that evening when a car pulled to a screeching halt in her lane and made her jump with surprise inside the booth. Through the fog-shrouded window, she could make out someone wearing a slouch hat that concealed their face. The person clutched a dollar in a hand that barely extended beyond the cuff of the cloak they wore. Upset at being startled, Erica took her time reaching for the bill. The second it was in her hand , though, the car peeled out past the booth, swirling a cloud of burned rubber into the fog and setting off the alarm Erica hadn't had time to release before passing the car through. Erica swung out of her booth to stare in disbelief at taillights disappearing rapidly into the fog. It was a moment before she felt the cold sensation in her hand. Looking down, Erica was aghast to see that she held a PENIS in her hand. Her mind raced to convince her that it was just a sculpted Halloween prop, but when she turned the PENIS up toward her she was putrefied. With a shriek, Erica hurled the PENIS from her. The PENIS hit the booth across from hers and made a sickening THUD! sound, and rebounded back into the lane. Erica tripped on the curb trying to regain the safety of her booth and found herself only inches away from the disgusting artifact. She could have sworn she saw the PENIS start to slither toward her on its own, like a worm or a caterpillar. Erica could only cross her legs and scolded herself for choosing to wear a flimsy dress to work. She didn't even bother to put panties on. Finally, in her madness, Erica blacked out. The authorities managed to calm Erica down later on. A smirking young trooper walked in holding the PENIS playfully and offered only a single word of explanation as they tossed the grisly trophy down in front of the rest of them. Pickled. Erica was informed that it was a common prank of medical students to steal severed body parts of cadavers and display the pats in public places. It tended to happen more often in the fall, when new students were most likely to be dared to do it. Erica isn't as happy-go-lucky as she once was. On foggy October nights especially, she looks anxious and wary of the vehicles that pull into her booth. And she never laughs when people call her late work hours "the graveyard shift."
BUT WHERE DID THE PENIS COME FROM DO YOU ASK?
Well it is said that in these days more and more girls are creating and joining gangs for the sole reason as to compete against the guy gangs. For many, the initiation dare is to lure a guy into a public bathroom with the persuasion of something, NO GUY can refuse. The promise of a great BLOW JOB. After the girl or girls whatever the case may be Entices the guy with cute sex talk, such as calling him daddy. Once the guy is vulnerable with his PENIS exposed, they then inject him with a needle that is either a mild sedative, or a medicine that relaxes his muscles. So that he can't move or scream for help. Then they continue with pulling out a concealed sharp knife as the guy begs silently for mercy. With a wicked grin on her face, the girl grabs a hold of the Penis with one hand, and with the other they cut off his Penis. Then, once the girl joins with the others in her all girl gang, then shows her girlfriends the proof of her male- desecrating, blow job, or rather HAND JOB. Then they all set out to display the Penis in some form in a public place. Maybe sticking the PENIS out from the mouth of an angel statue at a nearby cemetery. Or handing the PENIS over to an unsuspecting toll booth worker. A gang of girls lures little boys into a washroom and chops off his PENIS. Out shopping one day with his mother in a neighborhood shopping precinct, a boy of about ten years old went off to the public toilet. When he did not come back, his mother began to get rather worried. So she decided to be daring and go into the men's restroom. She found him almost immediately lying in a pool of blood in one of the cubicles with a crowd around him. He was still alive but was in a highly critical condition. According to an eye witness, the poor boy had been castrated by a gang of girls. I heard a story about a little boy who had gone shopping with his sister and her friends in a mall, and he had to urinate. So, for the first time the sister decided to let him go in by himself to use the men's washroom, rather than going into the women's restroom with her. He was in there an exceptionally long amount of time, and she got worried, so she and her friends decided to step in and see what the problem was, if there was a problem. After all, guys don't have anything that the girls hadn't seen before. And they found the little boy laying in a pool of blood with his PENIS cut off. Subsequently they saw a gang of girls walking through the store trying to hide the bloody PENIS in a bag. As it turned out, they had cut the little boy's PENIS off as an orientation, a method of getting into a gang that they wanted to belong to. The victim is usually found still alive, leaving those who hear the tale to grimly contemplate the fate of the injured child as he grows up and attempts to live out his life as normally as possible. In some telling's, however, the child supposedly dies of his injuries, often said to expire "in a pool of blood. Taking something vital from his power, hence the castration theme. But the good news is that there is now talk about passing a law that would allow all females to use any of the men's bathrooms anywhere at any time. After debate from women complaining that there is never enough women bathrooms and the long lines to get into one. After all, one woman said at a press conference. "Guy's don't have anything we haven't seen before. And women should never be shy about seeing a PENIS up close and personal"