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his mind sticking to the caramel like a feeble, weak fly. "The pleasure is all mine."

I'm only an email away. Nate.

His eyes followed my top down to the floor and came right back up, settling on my breast. The cool air kissed my exposed skin, heightening my senses as I moved in rhythm with the music, arching my back and running my hands over my body in time with the beat. My G-string clung to me, leaving little to the imagination as I turned and gave Nathan a view of every angle, every curve.

They recorded several videos and sent them all to Mom. By then, all ten of my fingernails had been ripped out. My hands were drenched in blood, my clothes barely clinging to me. They eagerly expected Mom to break down when she saw my suffering. And I, too, clung to a fragile sliver of hope. She was my mother, after all. I vehemently wished that, after seeing those videos, she'd realize that this wasn't an act orchestrated by me and that I wasn't trying to steal her attention from Charlene.

The soft, melodic strains of the music filled the air, setting the perfect backdrop for our moment. As the familiar notes of "All of Me" by John Legend filled the air, a rush of joy washed over me. I turned to Sebastian, my voice a soft whisper, "It's our song." Memories flooded back, and I couldn't help but reminisce about our high school prom where we had danced to this very song. He had again swept me out of my distress inviting me to the prom as his date. No one else had asked me to be their date that night. "Yes, I made sure they played it," he replied with a smile.

While Lloyd was reaffirming his love for her, the song had changed into John Legend’s ‘All of me’. CAUSE ALL OF ME LOVES ALL OF YOU LOVE YOUR CURVES AND ALL YOUR EDGES ALL YOUR PERFECT IMPERFECTIONS GIVE YOUR ALL TO ME, I’LL GIVE MY ALL TO YOU YOU’RE MY END AND MY BEGINNING, EVEN WHEN I LOSE I’M WINNING

It took everything in me to not curl them. What was she doing to me? I could barely breathe around her. I wanted to kiss, hold and fuck her hard all at once. Yet again, I wanted to make love to her, rock her body until even her pussy fell in love with me. I wanted to listen to her talk, listen to her awful and torturous singing. The shock of my life was singing lyrics to one of her favorite songs. Then I realized I knew all the lyrics to her songs. Me, Elio Lombardi, the reaper, the death brother, singing. I should have felt angry. I should have felt disgusted, repulsed. I was a man. I was the enforcer. I was death walking and there I was singing lyrics to a song. I did not listen to songs.

"I am ready to work for Mr. Moretti." "Tomorrow. Seven a.m. Be outside. Someone will get you." The line went dead. I lowered the phone and just sat there. The call had lasted maybe fifteen seconds, but it had changed everything. Outside, the city was still moving, still alive. But inside my room, there was only the sound of my heart beating against the bandage on my chest. It was done. Tomorrow, the real performance would begin. No pressure at all. *** The morning came like a bad hangover.

he told me. Priority? Worker? I sniffed hard. “I don't think I need any care. I'm not a child and I do my job well.” With that, I walked away, abandoning the coffee on the counter. *** Immediately I left, I stormed into my room and closed the door with my trembling hands. “Fuck you, Korn!” Then, without thinking, I opened a p**n page on my phone and clicked on a gay video of two men fucking each other. I pulled my pants to my knee and sat on the bed, stroking my dick as I watched them.

And at that very moment, the words to the lullaby suddenly all came rushing back to her; Walk on a rainbow trail Walk on a trail of song And all about you will be beauty There is a way out Of every dark mist Over a rainbow trail. Her eyes snapped open. There is a way out of every dark mist over a rainbow trail…. *** Outside the bathroom door, Tom paced back and forth, one hand rubbing his chin and the other clenched in his side pocket. Should I go down on one knee? he wondered, stopping in front of the bathroom door. No, no, no, he shook his head and continued pacing. Too cliché.