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It’s like being in the Principal’s office again as he hears words like idiot boy, or stupid lad, and mischief. “R-rock,” Don muttered suddenly. “What are you saying?” asked Alice. “Van… R-rock…” “Just say it please,” said Alice before whacking Don’s knee with a steel ruler. “Hey that hurts!” Don shouted after yelping in pain, “I mean Van here, is listening to too much Rock Music.” Van slowly turns to the hysterical Don. “Please man, I’m already having a bad day,” he pleaded. “See what I mean, he’s not well! Van was never been the same since he bought the latest album of Stonehearts on Fire.”

The bond between us will be too strong, making it difficult to push him away. I lowered my eyes to the dark grey floor. "I'm not strong enough," I responded. She laughed and returned to her table, removing an object from a small chest box. Then she came back to me, slowly revealing a necklace with a small, round, light gray stone pendant, resembling the moon, in the palm of her hand.

“Well, everyone. That was Gena D’Ore and her latest news. What I couldn’t inform you of and feel you should know. Mr. Stone’s people have sent us a statement about Ms. D’Ore’s claims. I believe it’s important to add them to my report. It goes as follows.” [Ms. Ore ended her relationship with Mr. Stone over eighteen months ago. It’s been a while since they were intimate. Mr. Stone saw Ms. D’Ore kissing Mr. Rocchi outside the restaurant on that evening. Unless she stole Mr. Stone’s genetic material and has it artificially placed within her body, it is not possible for any child to be his. He took his career back to his roots. Mr. Stone believed she had set her eyes on a man who Ms. Jones dated

“You were perfect, Lily.” Rafe nodded, cleaning himself. “Better than I imagined.” Cole grinned. “Round two later?” I smiled weakly, cuddling into Stone’s chest. His strong arms held me safe. Exhaustion pulled at me, but it felt so good. Their cum still marked my skin. I closed my eyes for a second. Then a loud knock banged on the door. My eyes flew open. A sharp female voice called out, clear and angry through the wood. “Stone! I know you’re in there with one of your little side pieces again. Open up before I use my key!”

Hurry. The light seeping through the small barred window has begun to fade, painting the cell in deepening shades of grey. I measure my breaths and try to gather what little strength remains in my battered body. Then the lock on my door turns with that familiar heavy sound. Elder Stone appears in the doorway, her face tight with an urgency I have not seen before. Gone is the calm, calculated cruelty. Something has rattled her perfect composure. “Change of plans,” she announces, gesturing sharply to the guards behind her. “We move now.”