“What is it?” I asked.“This sounds fake.” She replied, pointing at a page in the book. “But, I don’t know cars.” I rolled to face her.�...What sounds fake?”She began to read to me from the book, which turned out to be a compilation of letters from the Penthouse Forum. It had been left at our house in Minnesota by one or the other of our strange friends. The letter told of an experiment utilizing a rubber hose attached to the intake of a car as a masturbation aid.“I’m not sure either.” I said. “We. She rose as she heard the train approaching the station, joining the throng of waiting passengers. She suddenly gave a start as she glanced casually to the other side of the tracks to the other platform. For a moment she could have sworn she saw him there, the same lanky build, a brief glimpse of laughing green eyes, the slightly long, untidy, dark blonde hair, and then the train pulled into the station on her side, quickly followed by a train on the other track and her view was blocked. . I lay on the bed, completely motionless. He lifts my head up by my hair and I lift myself up with my shaking hands. “Don’t forget me, princess… you’ll be coming back this way sooner or later.” He winks at me and my eyes widen with horror before he kisses my vomit stained lips and shoves me off the bed. NoahJosh tells me to walk down the hall to the left and walk into the first door on my right. I look down the right side of the hall toward the bathroom and wish that I was there right now. My. Although I kept telling myself that only fools rush in, that was the night that I fell in love with you, the night I knew you were the person I wanted to spend every night with. You were such a gentleman, and I saw what a beautiful soul you have.*It was the perfect summer evening when Derek and Lyndsey walked through the city streets hand-in-hand, bathed in moonlight and enjoying the warm, gentle breeze. They had decided to walk home rather than take a cab, keen to prolong their time together.
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