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The Other Sides of Ms. Raymonds
"I texted Anna while we were eating and asked her to get the script to this place. She should be here by now." She shielded her eyes from the sun, scanning the place like a detective with slender eyes, he guessed she wasn't really talking to him, and so he said nothing and regarded her instead, resuming his thoughts of wondering what he was getting himself into.
It was better for him to pull out from this thing he couldn't even name, before he got so deep as to name it alone, but he couldn't see himself walking away, just yet. Would getting into her pants and satisfying his cravings and fantasies of nights with her wild and panting beneath him make him snap out of it?
Or would going along with this facade of 'good friend' when his main friend stood to salute her every time wear away this madness? What had he been thinking suggesting he gets to know her when his mind was in turmoil, didn't belong to him anymore?
He heaved
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