A/N: The title of this work is an acronym. T.I.T.S.O.M.A.Y stands for: This is the Story of Me and You. Get it? It's not some weird female porn story as originally thought by my friends. I hope you like it!
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Prologue:
Ever have one of those days where everything starts out wonderfully but ends as though it's the beginning of the Apocalypse? I'd love to say that I've had plenty, but that would be a lie. There's only been one time in my life where I could claim it the ultimate worst time, and it lasted for two weeks.
Damn horny bastard.
My name is Reina Morse. I stand 5' 3" and weigh one hundred fourteen pounds. I am twenty-one years old and I have brown hair and green eyes. My breasts are small, only 34 B, and unfortunately for me, He likes them that way. Anyway, that's all you need to know about me. The damn bastard loves everything about me! I hate him! Oh how I wish I could kill him! I'm sure you're wondering why I haven't yet, aren't you? Yeah well, that makes two of us. I have every opportunity available to kill him in some way, I just don't take it.
God I'm such a slut.
He made me that way, I know it. I've never felt the way I do now. Even my old boyfriend can't compare, and I thought he had everything.
Now I'm sure you're asking how I met this man I want to kill. It's a story I'm not too comfortable with, but He says it will be good for us both if I tell it from my point of view. Of course, since He literally rules my world, I'm going to tell you that He'll be putting in his own comments in parentheses. He's doing that so as not to completely ruin the flow of our story.
(Mind if I ask why you haven't mentioned my name and also capitalize all forms of 'he' as well as in italics? I'd think it to become quite annoying after a time.)
The only reason I'm doing this is because it's from my point of view and at the time, I thought you were evil. Got it?
