I took a parent's porn cassette: I sit, rub my stroke. Suddenly the door suddenly opens, I lightning switch the channel, but I have no time to hide my cause. A cousin comes in. He looks at me, then at the television, where a religious program is being broadcast by a priest, then again at me. And I sit with a pipi in my hand, confused, embarrassed, and I give a leaf.



So many years have passed and he doesn’t stop trolling me. I recently received a message from him with a photo of a church servant and a signature, “Do you like this?”