Alexandra Not even 24 hours had passed before I was drunk again. Had I managed to get over my hangover before Clarissa and Ethan gave me that first glass of wine? Nope. I should do something about myself or I will turn into some drunken skank. It was just that they both looked so happy together, like they were waiting to get in each other's hands all those years and finally they became one. And where was I in my life? Nowhere... alone. I used to be such a nerd, how did I become this... this party girl!? I was well-educated, and I was working at a grocery store. That was crazy! I needed to get my shit together and change my life. I had enough time to get past that bad blood between me and my ex-boyfriend. I needed to start changing my ways... starting right now! I texted Michael the address and moved the blanket I had on so it would cover my legs too. My bathing suit was dry for at least two hours, but I did not care to go inside and change into something warmer.

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MichaelI felt I was sweating and it was too hot. It was what woke me up. I opened my eyes to find myself laying on my back, naked. The most charming girl in the world was using my chest as a pillow and we were covered up to our waists with a white sheet. No wonder I felt hot. The events from last night started to replay in my head and I smiled to myself. I showed Alex what I liked and it did not scare her or at least she did not show it... for now. Bethany did not say anything bad about it too at first. Then all that shit happened!

AlexandraI was so embarrassed because of my ripped bathing suit that I had forgotten to pick my stuff from my room. I just climbed into the passenger seat of Michael's Toyota after I got our clothes.  When he started the car I was lost in my memories from last night. Not that I hadn't been slapped on my ass before during sex, but he really did it. I felt his passion while he did it and I guess that was what I liked about it. He really wanted me, like I was something he couldn't resist and the

My soul was hurting, seeing the torture Michael was in. This wasn't something that criminals felt, right? He was suffering from what people thought of him. He had a conscience. If Michael was a bad person or liked to hurt others, he would not regret his actions, right? Plus - he said that she must have liked whatever he was doing."I am not someone who will force himself on a woman, " he continued, his hand holding the wheel so hard - the knuckles of his fingers turned white. "She lied to everyone. It's who she is. She had her fun with me and the next day, I go out and folks were staring at me. Whispering... you know?" He turned his glassy eyes to give me a lo