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essage landed and I pic
t returning my calls, so calling me was
ldren, I thought absently
made me freeze although
st
nde hair, older than me, closer to his age. Wea
he was staring at someone across the room, his large hand splayed acros
head begin
ormal clothes but his jacket had been discarded and the shirt he wore was open to the waist, a habit he had, whenever
to my stomach and was twisting it slowly. The h
, my breath coming faster as I felt my
my toes to kiss him. While Gaston swore that my 'rack' was the largest and the firmest he had ever seen, I k
ke figure; the kind of woman my husband had had
ss, I acted on impulse as I tapped the glass partition and spok
o allow me to visit the city. These days he never answered my calls. The Head of Security at our es
were away on a hiking trip and
practical purp
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e Town Hous
nd the driver met my eye
enough. The way he was stalling made
e nodded to the driver who changed gears and we were soon speeding up to the house that stood along with similar, im
made to stop me from entering. She was a new hand with a h
nside, shoving her when she tried to pull me back. I had already seen his car parked out
eway, stopping short at t
a young man's voice, slightly nasal
a
to the wr
gruff voice replying and
in a tired voice, as thou
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nd a you
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ad
as goi
ice interr
ling
aking in a s
had en
me to find out what was happening
ned to prevent me from stepping forward and was
ng, a bottle of alcohol before him, a tumbler in his hand. The bottle was already half empty though it was
s thigh in a familiar manner. And standing before him was a you
usekeeper who had pushed past me roughly and no
ess tight around her small waist and flat chest. I
soothingly and again, I flinc
hunder, eyes bloodshot, swaying, and glaring a
nde rose, smiling slyly, a hand o
ing his chest and I stared at
ry but the anger, the fury was ver
N?' roared Gaston, his face contort
OLD YOU NEVER
inside me as I staggered and leant against the door
ly smirk,' Don't you think it is time I wa
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my head as I sagged against the wall, star
g old and haggard as he l
.I whi
n in my chest as though a giant
A boy who was almo
een unfaith
ai