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Chapter thirteen
Two days passed, and I heard nothing from Peter, I had to take permission before going to visit him,I got to his house and was given a warm welcome from his family. It was like my second home, Peter's older siblings knew me and also my history,They were like my own siblings.
Peters mom never suspected anything,she just thought peter and I were best of friends,so she sent me to his room,to wait to him since they had other visitors in their parlour.
I went to his room nervously and he wasn't there,so I relaxed a little, while looking around,I stood up to look at his frame on the wall,it was a picture of him when he was much more younger,he looked so adorable.
I let out a slight smile but immediately I heard someone approaching me. I froze on the spot. It must be Peter,as I turned to confirm I was pinned to the wall and my hands helRelated chapters
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When I got back home,I felt relaxed,and still guilty,my legs finally got used to standing,"if my legs were wobbly after being fingered now imagine,it's condition after sex" placing my hands on my lips like a fraustrated woman," how can I say that outloud,what If someone hears me" "Reth who are you talking to" my mom's voice startled me,that's when I realized I was talking to myself in darkness,in the middle of the parlour, I went to take my bath then wore my pyjamas, my sister wasn't around so I had the whole room to myself,it used to be fun, but after the intimate scene with Peter and I,I don't feel good sleeping inside any longer. But I had no other option anyway,I layed on my bed and took my phone,it was the only cure for boredom,and I slept in peter's house so I won't sleep early today,I watched some cool videos about dogs,I really love animals well not all.
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