Chapter 45 The Motherfucker

• Alex was the motherfucker who deflowered me. He was a deceiver, a fraudster, a con artist; at least that was I knew him for, and it wasn't because he had stolen from me or any other person that I know of. It was just because of the fact that he had deceived me into thinking that he had green eyes.
• He was smart, like every con artist needed to be, and eloquently tongued. His words fell out of his mouth with the appropriate frequency and fluency, and after having a small talk with him at a bar in Boston years back when we were both still students, I had accompanied him back to his place where I spent the night pleading with him to have mercy on me as he almost fucked me to death.
• It was painful; the sex, very painful, and my ass was sore for the next few days, but it was a soreness that I had relished.