I just wanted to be told what to do.
That had always been me. There’s nothing wrong with being yourself, is there?
But it wasn’t easy, finding a real man. A bad man.
One who didn’t care about right or wrong.
One who would tell me what to do.
He told me what to do.
He dared me.
He dared me all the way.
Dare by James Crow Author
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