He followed me into the bathroom, still running his tiny little mouth. Upset that the BBC neighbor doesn't acknowledge him, blaming our interracial relationship, blaming me, and accusing me of cheating. I just wanted peace, a hot bath, and silence. So I took a deep breath, slid under the water, and pretended he didn't exist. Come back up? he's still yapping. still arguing and still running his tiny mouth. No care. no concern. Not even a pause to see if im ok. At this moment I knew, I would rather be in the bathwater then listen to his little Bodil insecurities. In. the end, I let him fall- his tiny body lying next to the tub while I walked away. Soaked. Free. Single. Fantasy role-play only. All characters 18+ view discretion advised.
