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The poor cleaner, after it, had to scrape off something which they presumed to have been pre-cum. He's extremely descriptive, and although the image in my head will surely haunt me, I can't help but find this hilarious and very entertaining. "He was probably so damn turned on by his freaky action. He couldn't hold it. Well, the lid of that machine obviously couldn't either." With the lively facial expression of Logan, it's even funnier, and I hunch over from laughter. When my phone buzzes and I see Dean's name flash up, I'm a little surprised.

she says, genuinely sounding happy for me. “How was your day?” I ask her, and they both bust out laughing again. I have no idea what is so funny, and as they start to tell me what went on, they are laughing so hard, I can hardly understand them. All I gather is that some older gentlemen came into one of the offices they were cleaning, not realizing they were there, barking about something embarrassing on the phone. Something about not getting the right Viagra dosage delivered or something, and they had to pretend not to hear him, but he saw them, and then it was hilarious somehow. I didn’t understand. Mim says, “You really had to be there.”

While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me . The laughter intensified when the teacher read the part about me sipping hot cocoa and talking to my golden retriever . Some called me stupid while others said I needed to see a doctor to check if everything was alright in my head . At this point the teacher could not control the class . She gave up and they continued throwing words at me . I was at the brick of tears that was until a guy from behind my chair moved forward and held my hand , he consoled me . He was the first person to do that after Louisiana had left . For the first time I felt someone other than my parents and Louisiana cared . He we

“This is beautiful Tulani. Just a few hours and Natasha’s hand already looks thinner than the rest. It’s one heavy stone you have here sweetie.” Natasha laughed while Tulani appeared disturbed. “Should I change it for a smaller stone?” He asked the two women. Martha and Natasha looked at each for a second before bursting out in laugher at the look of genuine concern on Tulani’s face. “What did I say?” Tulani asked Sean but the blank expression on his face told him that he too was just as confused as he was. “That was a joke Tula,” Natasha put his mind at ease. “Mum meant to say that the stone looks extremely expensive.”

She missed her husband. The car horn brought her out of her reverie,she jumped off the chair and ran to the car park . "Welcome back baby "She cheered out . "Thanks Hun"Hussain replied He freshen up, ate his food with nafisa staring at him . "Do I have something on my face"He asked. She whispered a no and turned her head shyly. He caught her. After he was done eating, they cuddled watching Cartoon Network. "Babe , go get ready. We are going to visit the family house"He informed her and ran off happily.

My desire here is to share my story. My name is Geena. No, not Gina, that would be normal- my parent's weren't normal, so it had to be Geena. These stories, if you have read them up through now, are the story of my strange journey. The earlier stories and the many that follow will make very clear just how un-normal my life is.

The next story Laura Figures. The night I drag myself here, Fantasies is suffocating with bodies. The one night I need release after a week from hell, the place is pulsing with noise and sweat. Everywhere I turn, heat and perfume press in, laughter cutting through the bass. It is not just crowded; it is overwhelming—the kind of crush that makes me wonder if I have lost my mind thinking this is the cure for burnout.

“Who the hell cares? Don’t you see how much money it pays?” “Yeah I do. But don’t you think it sounds kinda weird? Cleaning maid wanted for what? A freaking attic? For a p**n filming production? Or maybe even better; for a freaking weirdo who likes to watch women cleaning his house naked?” Her friend let out a hearty laugh at the sound of that, the thought of his shy and all-too-innocent for this world friend prancing around butt-naked and with one of those rainbow-colored dust sticks making him double over with laughter. “Yeah well, say what you want but you’d be definitely killing it with that,” He commented, waving a finger to the length of her body.

thing. Me: I don’t mind if you bring the cat. Charlie: Thank you so much. Me: You can thank me later. Charlie: Don’t make me change my mind. She sends an eye rolling GIF after that, which I top with a crazy cat lady meme. A laughing emoji comes through after that, and then nothing. Assuming she went back to work, I spring back into action, cleaning the rest of the house as fast as I can. I need to go to the grocery store, and I have no fucking idea what some of these steps in the recipe Quinn sent even mean.

The community centre smelled of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, a far cry from the sulphur and incense of Xaphan’s origins. He sat in a circle of folding chairs, his true form, a suggestion of obsidian skin and the faint, coiling whisper of shadow glamoured into something acceptably human. To the others, he was just a new participant, a man with an intensity that made the air around him hum. “Welcome, Xaphan,” said Anya, the facilitator. Her smile was kind, weathered. “Why are you here?”