I just discovered that he "Whitman's Sampler" that is life has a second layer of choices, as it turns out that the legal age of consent in Virginia is 15. Suddenly, I have so many more options...
Yes, way to show me up by admitting that you're a Rice Queen who trolls around for young-looking boys to appeal to his inner pedophile. I have officially been burned. Honestly, the only thing that the age of consent thing changes for me is that I don't have to feel quite so guilty for looking at the 16 year olds who strut around dressed like something from a Frank Frazetta painting. Then again, the cost of the ticket probably would be less than the cost of a prostitute...
Ah, but hookers don't carry all that emotional high school baggage. If you become some cute little 15-year-old's sugar daddy, you're going to hear about how Jasmine is dating that gross guy from Biology and how Mrs. Anderson is a total ho because she flunked her in Algebra. Crabs or HS chatter, you decide.
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Yes, way to show me up by admitting that you're a Rice Queen who trolls around for young-looking boys to appeal to his inner pedophile.
I have officially been burned.
Honestly, the only thing that the age of consent thing changes for me is that I don't have to feel quite so guilty for looking at the 16 year olds who strut around dressed like something from a Frank Frazetta painting.
Then again, the cost of the ticket probably would be less than the cost of a prostitute...
Ah, but hookers don't carry all that emotional high school baggage. If you become some cute little 15-year-old's sugar daddy, you're going to hear about how Jasmine is dating that gross guy from Biology and how Mrs. Anderson is a total ho because she flunked her in Algebra. Crabs or HS chatter, you decide.
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