She left her shoe upon the front step.
The next shoe was just inside the door.
Her purse, lying in the hallway, kept
him looking and searching for more.
He found her blouse in the living room.
Her skirt, he found right in front of the stair.
His eyes searched eagerly in the gloom
for the next clue she would share.
Her hose was in the upstairs hall,
Her panties were by their door.
In their bed, she lay wearing nothing at all
His clothes, soon thereafter, hit the floor.
A wild passionate night they had!
One they would talk about for many a year.
But, don't get worried for them or be sad,
for it happened, once, every year.
~I bet you thought it was going to have an erotic ending, didn't you? ;) ~
Hundreds of excerpts from the archives of the Narcissistic Abuse Study List regarding Pathological Narcissism, relationships with abusive narcissists, and the Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD).
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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