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NEW STORY , DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE A REVIEW AND COMMENT. ENJOY...... Nico sat cross-legged on my bed, sipping what was left of the beer, watching me shuffle around the room picking up trash. Her skirt had ridden up a bit exposing more of her thighs. I pretended not to notice and concentrated on stacking discarded plastic cups and tossing them in the wastebasket. I finally got to my bookshelf and was, at last, able to reshuffle the textbooks into the correct order. The urge to touch them seven times almost overwhelmed me but I fought it successfully. Only crazy people touch things like that. When I looked at her I saw she had a curious expression on her face.

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She jumped up when she saw me. "Yo man what the fuck, you have to tell me when people are coming in here." She said gathering her pencils and shoving them under a pillow. I knew instantly that the art supplies had to be contraband. My eyes widened, I had never be seen real contraband in person. She most definitely was not assigned those tools, so how did she get them? "Relax Vixen." Fox said then gestured to me. "This is our newest, Bambi."