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Chapter Eighteen:
Three days later
| Hollis |
"Hey Holl! How are you two fairing out there? We finally broke 60 degrees in Auburn if you can wrap your head around that shit." Dalton's voice seemed rushed but content, and it sounded like he was rustling through a hefty stack of papers. Nina shouted something about grabbing takeout and it made Hollis grin broadly as she finished lacing up her black Timberland boots in a hurry. With just this evening and and all of tomorrow left of she and Whitney's vacation in New York, she was taking her lover somewhere special tonight and didn't want to be late for the event.
Still, it was nice to hear from her brother for a few minutes while she got herself all fixed up.
"We were riding in the 70's earlier, but from the looks of outside I'm sure it's dipped. 60 isn't bad. I can't wait until it gets hotter in June though; Prime swimming weather around our parts." The whole 'how's the weather' r
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| Hollis |Early afternoon light cracked through the newly shut mahogany curtains, their illuminating lines kissing Whitney and Hollis’ nude bodies as they took turns indulging in one another without pause. They were surrounded with a plethora of adult toys, all unexplored and guaranteed to heighten the lovers’ sensitivity on multiple fronts. Open storage canisters were strewn about, revealing an art neither girl could wait to dabble in.Each other.Hollis watched her own fingers as they transferred a generous amount of edible body paint from it’s respective container, and onto her panting girlfriend’s swollen breasts. The bright pink liquid dried quickly- keeping it’s magnificent pigment. Whitney moaned at her lover’s unique touch, occasionally glancing at the blonde’s concentrated expression while she glided along the ample mounds that were presented so helplessly in front of her.“You’re...
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| Hollis |“Hey dude, we’re back in town. I hope I didn’t wake you up or anything? I know how late it is.” Hollis spoke on the phone quietly so as not to disturb Whitney, who was currently passed out under the crook of her arm in the Uber they were taking back to her house at a quarter past eleven P.M. She stared straight ahead, trying to keep her voice from shaking as the vehicle raced down Maine State Route 126. Street lights every so often illuminated her hardened expression as she struggled to stop thinking about the frightening way Whitney screamed and screamed in their hotel room just hours ago. All might’ve been calm for the moment, but Hollis knew this was just the tip of the iceberg for her grieving lover.“I was just about to turn in. Good timing, Bogard.” Kendra yawned lazily through the receiver. “Did Whit forget her keys? If you’re close, I can leave the door unlocked.” Hollis could&rsquo
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Three and a half years prior, Minot Maine| Hollis |“Are you sure about this place?” Twenty six year old Hollis heard her newest co-worker, Vivian , ask nervously just as they were pulling up to a shady looking three story home located in a heavily wooded area an hour away from where either girl lived. Everything, even the worn down shutters, were painted with the same shade of asphaltum black. At 9 P.M, not much was happening outside aside from the occasional bird flying aimlessly around squawking the obnoxious song of it's 'people'. Hollis re-read the address scrawled out on a yellow sticky note Billy gave her a few days ago, before allowing her apprehensive grey eyes to rake over the house one more time. "Yeah. I know it's not great, but don't let it spook you too bad; I've been in worse areas. Besides, you're in my company and I won't let anything happen to you." Turning to the cute blonde sh
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