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The Long Weekend	By : TimedWatcher Category: +S through Z > Weekenders, The Views: 11878 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET
The sign of battle harangued out. Everybody dashed out of the gate, their destination clear and objective clear. Some realised it was too late and held back, others thought they could make it and paid dearly for it. He hadn't figured out what he was yet. He dashed, unstopping in his forward ascension, hands cutting the air like blades. His rival just ahead of him, making the same strides.
No way would he lose to a girl. Especially the one that didn't pick him.
It was his first day here, so he had no idea who the girl was just ahead of him. Originally he wasn't sure she was a girl, given the way she dressed and that short cut she had, but you only needed to give her a second glance to notice those soft features. Of course, that voice of hers also helped when she was calling out her team mates.
She had the grin of a winner. He swore internally.
Closing in on the ball, she planted a firm grip on it before hurling back her arm. He only reacted by skidding the bottoms of his feet before falling to his bony ass, his hands scrambled against the hard floor trying to kick up any kind of reversal momentum. Scuttle butting upwards and trying his damndest to keep out of enemy fire, it was like being targeted by a heat seeking missile.
That red rubber whipped the air around it, he could only stare into it, mesmerized at the speed before it drove home. He just remembered holding his face and feeling like he couldn't breathe.
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After gym, he sat by the bleachers, holding a soaking red towel to his face. It used to be white at some point. Not long though. Coach Colson had him sit out until the end. It killed him to be sidelined so early and not really be able to do anything. It was never his favorite class, but it was one of the few times, if ever, that he got to play organized sports.
Lor... Lor McQuarrie... that was her name. I learned it through eavesdropping when Coach had used it several times in several almost-profanity laden shouts. After having her run the whole school... twice, she was then ordered to move all the balls and the blue gym mats that had been placed against the walls by a previous class back to the storage area. Foolishly, I decided to stay, telling him I still needed time to recover. It was just me and her in there.
She passed me by, heaving a clearly heavy sack. She paused, letting it slump. "Dude I am so sorry. If I had known I'd give you that gusher of a nose bleed, I'd have aimed for your spleen." He didn't try to doubt her skill in accuracy, but it scared him to think about what would happen if she went a bit lower... he would shudder and cringe about it when she wasn't around.
"It's alright." Her movements were... exaggerated to say the least while she was doing her best to make amends. He really didn't feel like he was owed an apology. Things happen... maybe for a reason.
She took a slanted seat on the balls, giving him her name and her hand.
"Gordon." He reached out his with the bloody rag before realising what he did. He threw it to the side, which resulted in the sound similar to slapping a wet mop against the ground. He snorted, although he did his best to try and hide it. Guess that fountain is finally over.
There was a firm shake.
Then silence.
"So uh... you're new, right? It's not like I know everybody that goes here or somethin', but I know I've never seen you... I think."
He stared at his feet. "Yea-yeah I'm new. I'm from Grand Forks, North Dakota. Essentially I'm a Canadian living as an American." It was... kind of true... not really, just a bad joke. Being so close to border, they had access to a few of the channels that broadcast from there. Knowing more about them than he probably should.
"I didn't even know you could do that..." He snickered at her naivety. She laughed too, but clearly not for the same reason. "So are there really any differences?"
He froze. Trying to think of something that truly separated them... "Oh. We call soda, pop."
She pushed his chest. Gordon curled a bit, not expecting it, although she clearly didn't mean anything negative by it. "Get outta here. Really?" She asked half unbelieving it, and half giggling, but not the type of giggling you'd expect from a girl, it was more throaty...
"Yeah. Whenever mom goes out for groceries, I ask her to-" He laid on a pretty bad accent. "To bring back some pop, eh."
"Pop... pop." She was really laying into those p's.
He continued, changing the subject, despite her obvious enjoyment. "There were problems with the farm... but don't call me a farm boy." He pointed mock accusingly, but withdrew it considering what she seemed capable of. "A lot of it is automated these days, so I never felt like one. My parents sold the property months ago, and we've bounced around here and there, my dad trying to find his dream job I think. We finally ended up on the coast with the help of my uncle - he moved here a couple years ago. I've never lived in such a warm climate before. It's freaking hot here." He sounded frustrated, tugging at the neck of his thick cotton t-shirt. Could you blame him? It was an air conditioned gym and it still almost bordered on sweltering for him. "Feel this." He tilted his arm out towards Lor. "That's the lightest shirt I have and I'm still sweating like a pig." She almost didn't, after hearing that, yet she didn't seem like the kind of girl to step down from a challenge.
She held his arm for a bit longer than he thought she should. "Wow. You're soaked in this thing..." Something clicked for her, snapping her finger as a result. "Hey. We should head under the bleachers. It's much cooler."
He shrugged. He was a little intrigued. In fact, he jumped the gun heading towards it.
"Wait." She disappeared behind the storage room door, there was what sounded like a tussle before she reemerged with one of the blue mats.
She stepped in first. It was like a training course. Under, over, sidestep. He looked up to see Lor, doing well here even with that cumbersome thing on her shoulder. His eyes turned back to plot his journey, the last thing he wanted to feel was a bruised knee and broken skin on top of everything else...
At some point, he entered what could be described as a forcefield of cold. The vent making itself quite clear with its loud blasts of air reverberating throughout. It was refreshing to say the least. His sweat he thought, was finally doing its job of keeping him cool. Lor stopped, before leveraging the thing off her shoulder and onto the most open of the ground available. He waited, seeing her kick it spread, before piling himself onto it. Gordon stretched his body, letting out a long and throaty groan of relaxation. "Ah... you were right." He looked up to her, seeing her hands on her sides, he could tell what she was thinking as he scooched over. The mat perforated as her body landed beside him. They both sat up on their elbows, relaxing in the cool breeze, not even exchanging a word.
"What happened to the cows?"
Gordon looked confused. "The what?"
Lor didn't even bat an eye. "You know. The cows on your farm."
He hadn't really thought about that. Or even been told anything about it. "I... I don't know. They sold them?"
"Oh... so... do you like Bahia Bay so far? Been anywhere?"
"Not really. I've only been here for a couple days really. I saw some... strange pizza place on the way to school though."
She perked up a little, wanting to spill some information. "Oh that's The Pizza Parlour."
"Huh? No, it was named something else..." He scratched his head. "The Lone Island Pizza, I think." Was it because they were the only pizza joint around here?
"Chyah. They change their name every week." She seemed genuinely amused by his ignorance about the place. "It's gonna be fun showin' you around..." He looked away, nodding his head, only to turn back to see Lor's smile sort of faded. "You got somethin'..." She pointed to his face. He pointed too, trying to get an idea. "No no..." Gordon nearly freaked out, her body so close to his as she brushed a finger below his nose.
Then it happened.
She headbutted his face in.
No, she... kissed me. She kissed me!?
Before he knew what exactly he had, his elbow support could not hold up, and they collapsed onto the mat like... like... he couldn't think of a proper analogy. They didn't do much besides Lor strong arming his shoulders to the mat. He kept his eyes desperately shut though, trying his best to not make an idiot out of himself, but he felt like that ship sailed a long time ago. Her lips felt so nice though...
She finally let up. He held those eyes shut still, daring to risk it by letting an eyelid open, then the other. It wasn't so bad. Like ripping off a band aid. He stared into her with a stupid grin, that little sweaty curl that hung off the right side of her head being the culprit. But Lor didn't seem like she was done. With a ravenous look reminiscent of an animal thinking of how to eat its prey, he called to her with no response. She trailed back, allowing him to sit up, only for Lor to then push his body against a thin girder. Before he knew it, she had easily slipped down his sweats. She was so forward, it was scary.
He attempted to cross his hands along his string shorts, hoping she wouldn't proceed. If it didn't, Gordon knew the sight of him would deter her. Being from a cold climate, he was usually as small as a baby carrot, but whenever a girl brushed past him just right, he could feel himself grow. She wouldn't know that being from here. She'd have to stop, losing interest completely. But as she slipped his last barrier off, the cold air hitting his untanned legs, he could only stare down in horror as she engulfed his limp nub into her mouth, even taking his balls along for the ride, Lor was giving him everything she had, which seemed to do the trick, as he felt the blood rush and the ballooning. Soon she had to accommodate for a lot more of him. He was hoping she'd stop to joke, maybe bring some levity.
Instead she pulled off his knob, readjusting her hair, while sounding hungrier, wanting more of it as she licked her lips, before taking it in her hand, aiming it at her awaiting tongue.
As she took him back, he threw back his head. It... it felt good. Something about the cool sweat and her warm mouth working together added an intangible feeling, her grapple on him on the other hand, wasn't exactly like milking, but more deliberate strokes alongside her mouth polishing. He tried to hold himself up, but couldn't get enough of a grip to do so. His hands clinched against a piece of metal, it hurt to squeeze, but it didn't break the skin thankfully.
Just behind him, at the far end of that spiral of metal cobwebs, were two steel doors that led inside. The pleasure she was giving him was lost. In a groan that he wanted to sound more authoritative, he couldn't exactly commit to it. "Somebody could see us!"
She only stopped long enough to tell him, still stroking him "Keep watch then." before it plopped back in again, hitting her in the cheek. Before he could let go, there was a feeling. That feeling of something building. He tried to hold back. Not sure what it was. Then as unwanted feeling as it was, the pressure started leaving him, trickling out. But Lor's tongue... he could feel her going directly to the source, attacking every inch of him before she focused on the leak he sprung of whatever it was, lapping up every bit he spilled. His head curled up, as he let out an exasperated gasp, as if she had just breathed life in him through his... well you know. He just thought he wouldn't stop and make an absolute mess, but Lor's mouth didn't give up one red cent. As he came down off his high, their eyes locked, her mouth still around him, searching for more with one last suckle. Finally popping off with an "Oh... ah." Whatever he unleashed, she gulped it down quickly and without question. Part of his face was stuck, and he just couldn't stop that smirking he was doing with one side of his face. This just happened...
Then she burped. She tried to cover her mouth, but it was an absolutely cute little thing that only a girl could get away with. They both quietly laughed through their noses.
"McQuarrie! Waldgrave!" Talk about ruining the moment. They'd recognize that booming bellow anywhere, their eyes widening at one another. Lor took initiative like before, hopping up and dodging what seemed like an obstacle course for him.
As he heard Lor trying to distract him, he pulled up his underwear, before slipping on his sweats. As he hitched it up around his stomach, he whipped his head back, resulting in drops of blood flying to the mat.
Again?
Lor must have blown his mind.
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His legs hung over the side of the bed. Periodically, his eyes would meet the glow of an LED alarm clock. It was getting closer to that time. When he wasn't worried about checking the time, his mind was trapped in an all new subject he never really thought about outside of really vague fantasies.
Sex.
He was scared out of his gourd... sorry.
Going into the back porch, he flipped the light on for just a second, his memory retaining things even in that flash, like a photograph. He crept, his toes touching his shoes, but not bumping or clobbering them. He twisted his coat off the hook, before flipping it onto himself, pushing his arm through the creases of the jacket.
He didn't need the jacket. It wasn't cold. It wasn't even cool. He usually never even wore it after a girl made fun of him for it... but he just didn't like the idea of throwing something that wasn't broken or ripped, out. It was cappuccino brown polyester, and he kind of liked the look. Still. He falsely believed that if he wore something uncharacteristic, that he'd be less likely to get caught. By who? He didn't know. He always had worse case scenarios on the mind but rarely explanations for the who's and how's.
Lor had invited him to a... midnight snack, I guess, he didn't know what to call it. The reason this scared the hell out of him was that he didn't do anything in their first and only encounter. She was the leader, guiding a lost pup. She had given him a delight he had never known and wished for more of it. What could he give her besides awkward fumbling? He went so far as to look at porn on the family computer.
Sorry mom and dad.
A lot of it was strange and didn't make sense. He's heard the phrase 'make love' before, but I guess when he imagined the term, none of what appeared on screen was that.
The question was raised though. Did he... L-word Lor? Well... he liked her. As much as you could like somebody the first day you ever met them. Although he wasn't sure what the rule was for a relationship that starts as explosively as theirs.
He looked at his watch, the touch of a button lit up the screen. It was now or never, and he finally made the choice that if seeing her again inspired the feeling of... something positive, he'd make her his girlfriend. Yeah... They wouldn't even need to have sex...
Gordon zipped himself up, nerves cool.
There was a release of air as he first opened the wooden door. That was the first step and easiest barrier out of the way. Off in the horizon, was deep ambient lighting from the moon. In fact, it was pretty bright for eleven PM. Seemed like even if all the street lights suddenly went out, he was sure he could still navigate everything. Of course. That presented the possibility of being spotted. Great. He just had to think like that. With tension filling his veins, Gordon clinked the metal latch of the glassy outside door. This was the loudest part, and he would need to be careful. Pressing into it was like cocking a gun before it eventually exhaled.
As soon as he attempted to step out, he realised then a problem. The window above was like a sentry waiting to activate. Cursing under his breath, his hand slipped and he swore again, before catching the metal framed door again before it could slam closed.
Alright. Just be slow. Just be calm, and you'll be okay.
He wished his neck was like that of an owls, as he turned every once and again behind himself for that light to come on at any moment. He finally decided it was a non issue a few feet from his fence. There was a back gate attached to it, but he wouldn't be opening it. Way too risky as it is, but he has hopped a fence or two in his time. It was all about the momentum. Getting a good speed to it, and nice forward thrust.
He accelerated for a second before his hands took hold, before leapfrogging up and over, only for him to land on the rubber blue bin his father set out.
Garbage day. Right. I was supposed to do that.
Bouncing to the ground hard, he collected himself from the grass he fell on, barely a scratch on him. His focus now on brushing himself down, only to realise what kind of noise he made. He stepped back, trying to see over the fence to get a view of his parents window.
No lights yet.
It seemed to be that the coast was clear. Both in the alleyway and his uncles house.
Gordon popped his collar.
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After school, Lor had taken him from his route he walked with his mother. The one his mom showed him so he knew how to get back home and to school, which involved crossing two parks. She was in a rush to show him where she lived, he almost lost sight of her twice. He started noticing something though despite trying to keep his focus on Lor. She was taking him through what seemed like a high class neighbourhood. When he thought he had seen a place fit for a prime minister, he saw some fit for a president. Who the heck could afford to live here?
Lor finally slowed, hand extending. "There's my house."
Guess that answers that.
He leaned against the fence near the cross walk, staring at her place. It would be like any house in the suburbs... if they were several times bigger in length. I mean, who the hell had two doors for a front door? Even the garage seemed big enough for three cars. The houses were impressive, unlike anything he'd ever seen in the suburbs his friends lived, but in the distance behind her place, was another radical change.
Palm trees. He had seen pine trees all his life, and that... wow. He really had to take in that fact.
Then he almost almost jumped.
"Be here tonight, around eleven thirty." Her whispering was right up in his ear, and he swore he felt her tongue on the inside of it she was so breathy. That feeling still lingered, giving him shivers. Lor then took off. "Gotta go! Bye!" Essentially blowing him off for the day. He hoped he could remember his way back. Staring around as far as he could both ways, not recognizing a thing.
Now here he was. Retracing his steps from earlier today. Except in the dark. With his chin bore down into his chest, hands in his pockets.
It was strange to say, but, he felt safer here, in a place he had never known, than his old home town... because nobody would recognize him. He expected the old adage 'the freaks come out at night' to be true here. Instead, he would run from orange street light to orange street light, seeing adults and teens of various ages, still out and about, or just people watching television in their homes. Maybe it was just too hot to be sleeping. He certainly was feeling the extra sweat between his arms thanks to the coat.
Hiding between two cars, he felt like a total dork and tool when two people walked by talking. They would have seen him for sure, but just didn't care.
Whatever. They didn't care, why should he?
Finally. Here and back again. He checked his watch for the second time. Almost on the dot. Alright... but how was he supposed to get in? She didn't mention anything specifically... did this place have alarms? I mean it didn't seem like an unsafe neighbourhood, but who knew with rich people.
Ooooooh maaaaaaaan...
He made a timid step on the cement path. Then another. With every step he took, he felt like he was stretching a rubber band that was going to snap in his face. Even if there was an alarm, she must have disabled it, right?
...
Eventually, he had passed the garage. Now passing a window, he tried to take a look inside by stepping through the bush. Covering the top of his head with both hands, he looked inside. The only light seemed far off in the distance. His stomach started sinking. He wished it was the idea of Lor causing it, but that wouldn't be the truth. This felt like it was going too far. Like he was breaking into somebodies house.
He rustled through the shrubbery, catching his foot, and sending him forward. He only barely caught himself before standing at full attention.
Then the front porch light stunned him. Blinded him like a guards spot light. The door opened with a creak. He held up his hands, before he almost started running in the other direction.
But as his eyes adjusted, they lowered for Gordon to see Lor between crossed fingers.
Before he could even smile, she had yanked him inside.
"Kick off your shoes." Doing as she instructed, Gordon kicked the back of his right shoe, pinning it into the ground, before lifting his foot out of it like a slipper - except with a sock covered foot, and not as hard a kick of course; he did the same for the other.
Hooking the backs of them with his fingers, and just before he could secure them there, Lor took his off hand, and began forcefully, almost gliding along on her sock less feet on ceramic kitchen floor. He did likewise, but it was scary as hell, with blurs of lights here and there that he had little time to process.
In a darkened part of her house, she suddenly whipped back, turning on a dime. Then it felt like she began elevating. Oh no. This was bad enough, but going up some stairs? His thinking and not doing caused him to trip, the shoes almost dumping down the steps. Bruise kneed, she just gave him a faint shake, pulling on him regardless, forcing him to fight to just get up. Maybe it was the nausea or adrenaline of being in somebodies house without their parents knowing, he was able to force himself to do it.
But not before collecting up his shoes again.
Lor nearly launched him in. He was finally thankful she did let go as he attempted to massage his wrist that she had nearly taken off. This was not the same girl... okay, she was a bit forceful before, sure, but now it seemed like she was legitimately, how could he put this... a little frightening. He didn't know what to say exactly, and with her back to the door, adjusting the knob, he tried to look around her room for preemptive topics to talk about.
Sports, sports, sports, yeah he's got that down... what the heck is a Chum Bukkit?
Then her door clinked shut.
Before he could awkwardly try to ask her about a favorite sports team or whatever, her thumbs had started digging into her pants, walking right past him. She struggled with her jeans, pulling them from side to side with her belt on. Why she didn't just unbuckle herself, he didn't know. Then again she didn't come off exactly as the smartest or brightest bulb, but it didn't bother him one bit. He thought it was a little cute.
I guess that's when he knew.
"Hey Lor, I got something to tell you..." Lor meanwhile was busy further fumbling, swaying herself from side to side. She had laid up against her bed, facing her bottom to Gordon. He guessed it was easier to get it off if you laid down... he almost forced a hand against the side of his face when she unleashed a full moon of hers into his vision.
"But I got something to show ya..." She reached back, both hands on her cheeks, smacking them a second to get a better grip on her cheeks as she spread herself so wantonly. "You see that..." She strained. "You see that right?" Lor was stretching this strange puckered hole that once was more like a wrinkle and now was just a full blown gaping hole, winking at him. She was beyond eager for him.
"Wait. What? Where? I'm just so-" He stopped trying to think.
This was it.
Gulping, he stared in wonder. She wasn't exactly tanned, but she was a darker shade of peach than himself. Now here was a part of her that was paler than himself, thanks in part to her tanlines... he didn't know why he found it attractive. Maybe because it was like a highlight, a tool tip guide to the most beautiful part of a girl. Although he'd have to be an idiot to not notice something so glaringly beautiful as Lor's butt.
He fought with his jacket, trying to rid himself of it. Eager for that feeling he felt underneath the gym bleachers. Which was strange for him as just awhile ago, he just felt nervous being out at night. Then just a couple minutes ago, he felt like he wanted to throw up. Now here he was, just flummoxed over a coat.
As he threw it in a direction he couldn't remember. He couldn't take his eyes off it either as he silently placed his sneaker down, before eventually quaking to his knees. Was this a dream? He leaned in close, the smell was musky and strong. She played sports alright. Even so close, he didn't feel like he could see everything this orifice had to offer. Maybe it was just his head and the burning feeling of blood rushing to his head, but his first instinct was to lean in, planting a soft kiss to its side. Lor seemed to respond well to it, but then she spoke. "Don't just kiss it, man. Give it to me." She sounded desperate for it.
He could hear cricks in his knee as he stood up, but there was something different. He looked down to see the tent pole circus he had thrown in celebration inside his underpants. Gordon could only think of how not to mess this up, already fearing he might have gotten weird with the ass kiss.
Even getting it out was a relief.
Gordon, still not ready for prime time, plunged it in clumsily.
"Oh god Lor, it's so warm." He thought her mouth had been a pleasure center. The feeling of this, his head couldn't comprehend, not to mention feeling like a goof for blurting that out so readily. Lor's response was a very surprised moan, that could be best described as the indecipherable noise, "gargh."
He stiffened his shaky legs, placing his hands atop hers. This wasn't just about him. She needed what he could offer her. Gordon applied slow pumps. Feeling her insides inch by inch. Hitting the edge of something, he paused, wondering if he did something wrong, only for one of her pant covered legs to begin jerking and kicking wildly, scaring him, as it only seemed to just miss flying back and hitting him. Lor placed it atop her bed, sinking it hard. "Deeper... go deeper." Lor then tightened her ring around him. That clench of hers sent him down atop her. He didn't know how to react, as it felt like this part of her would eat him alive as his whole penis disappeared inside her. His hips however, wouldn't stop sawing back and forth, unable to stop, unwilling to stop. Lor too had begun rubbing herself against her bed, enjoying Gordon's rushed entrance going further inside, as he plundered her depths further. Even here, Lor felt strong, and if he wasn't so buried inside, he swore she could buck him off.
Everything felt intense. The smallest and simplest feeling of his stomach getting loose, then bumping against the sweat that had accumulated in her lower back and her t-shirt, even just that squish between their bodies resonated in his mind. Then, that same building up and pressure from earlier today coming back full circle. "Lor... I'm gonna... I'm gonnna..." His voice grew smaller, and higher in pitch.
"Cum?"
"Y-yeah!"
She pulled her face up to meet him, her face reddened and sweating. "Do it deep inside me, Gord." Did she mean what he think she meant? Regardless, his body did all the thinking. Trying to push himself up from the bed, to just be in a crawling position above her, he collapsed again, sending himself deeper than before, to then erupt within. He went as far he could, his balls pressed against her globes, before steadily humping against her with little regard, her face and body sunken in further into the bed than when they started.
He finally had enough, as he pulled back, Gordon shrunk inside himself, collapsing near her. As he stared at the roof of her room, satisfied and sweat covered, he finally turned, only to find Lor's eyes were shimmering, the kind of tears you'd get from watching movie with a really sad part in it, but were trying to hide that you were crying from other people around you. Don't ask why he knew that.
Did he... did he hurt her? His hand pressed her shoulder, she turned, trying to hide them. Despite that, she pulled him in, those salty tears joining them at their lips as they kissed once more, their tongues meeting for the first time. He reached for her face, to brush her hair back, only to see a glowing twelve. Another swirl in each others mouths, and he pulled back. "Lor, I gotta go." She placed her hand on his before he could get off the bed.
"Wanna hang out tomorrow? We can do more of this or... just hang out. I'm not really saying what we should do... or we could not just hang out..." Her finger was making an endless circle on her blanket.
She still had her butt hanging out, but faced away from him, one leg crossed over towards him. He began nodding his head in a slow rhythm awhile before saying something. "... Yeah. Yeah, I'd like to hang out tomorrow." As he got up for the door, he locked his focus on his sneakers. Counting every loop and lace several times over as he stood over them. He had to keep his mind off Lor or he'd stay here forever.
He bent over to get them, and as he stood back up, he waved, but didn't check to see if she did. He clunked her door closed behind himself, waiting in the dark upstairs hall, the underline of her door light hitting the back of his feet, his toes individually flexing into the carpeted floor. He took one foot, one step. Then stood frozen. Then moved again. Soon, he had the stairs conquered, and before he knew it, he had her houses front doors shut to his back.
He couldn't believe it. In and out like nothing happened. He inserted a hand through his shirt, feeling his heart thumping. Gordon was giddy. Pepped with energy, he felt like he could run all the way home.
Lor felt absolutely satisfied. The satisfaction of feeling herself ooze from both sides was not worth even trying to clean up. Before she could drift off, staring into her wrist, she heard several foot steps. Then there was laughing that grew in volume and amount. Then her door swung open. She sat up, trying to cover herself, her teeth gritting, knowing who was there.
"Was that your boyfriend or something?"
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