how the wheels on the bus go round and round

the song that never ends

Lately this thought I can not shake. It does not make me bad and at the same time it does.

I just moved to this small as oats town and I do not like it. I am from the east coast and a northern gal. I am in deep south now and have been meeting folks that I never knew existed.

The other day this cowboy, bullrider, welder, blue collar guy asked me out and so I agreed to meet him to talk. IN the course of our conversation he asked if he could kiss me and before I could answer he did. No problem I like kissing and obviously I was interested or else I wouldnt have been talking to him.

He was what I term a redneck, and I do not think that is a flattering term but, he really is. So he kissed me and then he kissed my neck and it felt good so I let him and then I felt a big bite.

I pulled away and when I saw, i had hickies on the entire left portion of my neck. That made me angry "are you 15" I asked. He was a man of 40 and he did that to me.

Anyways. I asked around this small town if people knew of him. I was told he was a bullrider and a "badboy" and reckless and dominated women.

When he came to see me the next time I told him that we should just forget about it. Like a switch he said vulgar things to me and called me a name no girl would like..

I can not stop thinking about him. this is a very embarrassing confession.