“What’s this,” Kailey said as she picked up the game box that had come in the mail, “ooohhh, it’s the crime box I got you, right?” She asked as she shook it.
“That is is,” Mark answered. “I actually finished the one from last month a few minutes before you called me. I have the first two in the closet should you ever want to give it a go yourself.”
“Maybe I might,” Kailey said exaggerating her shoulder movements, “but first I would like to start this one with you.”
“Start with me,” Mark asked as he took the box from her and got up to get scissors, “you mean this isn’t something you can do all by yourself?” A tone of mock horror danced through his voice as he teased his girlfriend. They had been together a few years and there was nothing she couldn’t do herself.
“Obviously, I can,” she sassed him back, “but on the off chance it’s scary I’d rather watch you squirm first.” The two erupted into laughter as Mark walked back over to the couch.
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Lucky
He knew he shouldn’t be doing this… the woman he loved was lying in a coma. He told her he’d wait for her should this ever happen. After a head injury several months in to their relationship, he swore he wait it out. Now… now, I’m getting hit on by some blonde bombshell old enough…
Love Waited
“And it’s disgusting how little that you try, the existential equivalent of pink eye,” Alex slammed his phone down on the table. It was one thing to be a bitch, it was another to be a pretentious artsy type of bitch. That was exactly what Melanie was… a faker, a fraud, a wannabe poet and full time bitch. It wasn’t that Alex didn’t try, it was that anything less than over romanticized, under developed, imaginary prince in disguise wasn’t good enough for her. Or any of her band of bimbos and brainiacs alike. Like everything else she did. Melanie didn’t judge her friends by their intentions, intelligence, or interests, only by their perceived personalities. Their power, pull, or persuasion. Basically half of her friends were illiterate sluts while the other half were intellectual experimenters, all of them striving to fit into a golden mold with a golden boy.
Pain Lust
The searing hot push relented as suddenly as it had started. The pain did not. She could feel his release covering her scorched skin. It burned, but she liked it. It had taken a while to get him to this point. It took William a while to get anywhere, even with her persistence. But she…