In early adulthood, as GC is still staring at you lustfully, you begin to flirt back. "I'm getting a degree that's going to make me a lot of money some day," you say. "I might end up in that big house, with all those cool things you talked about." "Oh yeah baby," GC says, "if anyone can have it, you can." You blush. "Really? Me?" "Oh, absolutely. You're fucking hot."

Finally you decide to make it a thing with GC. You spread your legs and enter the working world. GC, eyes filled with lust, moves in and takes you roughly. "What about my debt?" you ask. "Baby it'll be gone in no time. Then you can get that big house, that nice car, take those expensive trips, and be rich as fuuuuck...Now hold still." You let GC pump and grunt, and you sometimes turn your face away, dreaming about the life to come.

Soon you voice your frustrations to GC. "It's not happening yet. I'm not coming." GC is curt. You sigh and continue.

Getting old, noticing wrinkles, worried about losing your attractiveness, you ask GC what's up. He's not even paying attention to you. He's looking at the younger, fresher bodies lining up for success. "We're going to get married, right?" you ask. "Yeah sure, of course, babe. You and me. Together forever."

Finally you decide to put your foot down. "You promised me a life!" you say to GC. "I want it now." GC smiles, puffing on a cigarette. "Why would I marry you?" he asks. "Look how old and used up you are. You're not as young as you used to be, you know. There are much more desirable eager young workpigs out there, and they'll let me do things to them. Nasty things. All nighters and tabled dreams. More than you can still do." You break down crying, realizing you'll never get married now to a system that will take care of you for life. GC flicks his cigarette at you. "Thanks for the fuck, slut."

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