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K Gets Catty
"What the hell are you wearing?" Jesse asked K, who was twirling in front of the mirror looking at her pert ass - wearing a super sexy, skin-tight, Catwoman costume.
It was Halloween, and they were going to Levi's loft in Manhattan for his annual Hallow's Eve party. They didn't talk about what costumes they were wearing. Jesse haven't even bought his costume yet. He decided to just drop by the dollar store on the way to get something ther
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K. Prologue
"One glass of Jameson, please." He raised up his index finger, calling the attention of the bartender as he sat alone on the counter.He fished out for his phone from his jeans' front pocket, openedClixfrom the home screen and started swiping left and right.
K. I
The loud trill of the alarm clock instantly gave him a headache.He raised his arms sleepily and reached for the bedside table, blindly turning off the alarm.Jesse cam
K. II
Jesse drew in a sharp breath, caught off-guard as the pair of deep blue eyes bore into his from across the room.He twitched his lip into a smirk, staring back at the dark-haired girl. He finished off his drink, placed it on top of the table beside him, and walked off to the other side of the floor.
K. III
They both tipped the shot glasses against their lips and took a swig of the amber liquids down their throats.Cobalt blue squinted her eyes and grunted as she let the burning alcohol on her throat dissipate slowly.
K. IV
Jesse stood by the hallway outside the ladies' bathroom, waiting for K to come out from one of the stalls. He intended to take her to the backroom of the bar. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to hold her,he wanted to do a thousand unspeakable things to her."Jess!" Charlie called out to him, already making her way towards him. "What the fuck, dude? I'v
K. V
"Watch out where you're going, dumbass!" A biker shouted at Jesse, who was almost hit by the bicycle as he walked mindlessly on the side of the road.The streets were already packed with people, all with the New York morning rush hour. The working class mob were out and about, scrambling to get to their menial, humdrum and routinary boring lives.
K. VI
Jesse's mouth was agape, flustered. "I- I don't-""Seriously," K interrupted and smiled at him. "You don't have to explain. You just didn't have to lie to me about it that night at the subway, when you told meyou don't use it that often." She chuckled and air quoted with her fingers. "You don't owe me anything. Besides, German philosopher Friedrich Nie
K. VII
"Charlie," Jesse called out from his office."Yeah?" She peeked her head by the door, holding the jamb for balance. Her hair was now a bright silver shade. She lookedhot.
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