Sexual Bondage...If I Only Knew
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I introduce you to Samara* She's a lady I saw for a split second, but through
my friend she slipped me a couple pages of notes to share with me a snippet of
her life. Samara is a resident of a transformative community I volunteer for
named Butterflies15. Samara wishes she could turn back the hands of time…just
for a moment…just for a second. If she could have just a moment of her life
back she would make a different decision. She wouldn't have stepped into that
car…not that car…not that car with that person.
Samara writes to her younger self…
I'm writing you this letter to warn you…to warn you about that warm August day as you were walking home. You had made up your mind to walk, but when that person pulled up and offered you a ride…you let your tired feet and hot body take a seat in his car. Why walk when you can ride? After all I know him…or least I thought I did…
You see he looked so harmless, so why not get in? I mean it's not like I was hitch-hiking…I know him…
Wh…
Samara writes to her younger self…
I'm writing you this letter to warn you…to warn you about that warm August day as you were walking home. You had made up your mind to walk, but when that person pulled up and offered you a ride…you let your tired feet and hot body take a seat in his car. Why walk when you can ride? After all I know him…or least I thought I did…
You see he looked so harmless, so why not get in? I mean it's not like I was hitch-hiking…I know him…
Wh…
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