I Don't Know How She Does It Novels & Stories

17th July --- “Ding dong I know you can hear me Open up the door I only want to play a little” A young girl was busy crouching on the ground as she taps the soil with a shovel three times in those three mounds of dirt that appears like Mountains of dirt and sands. She made sure it was the exact same size because, for her, everything should be organized and perfect.

She quickly lowered her head, "I wouldn't be able to touch anyone else." I felt the tightness in my chest suddenly ease up. Despite already cumming once, my dick was still hard and throbbing. "Then tell me how you learned to do that." I asked casually, loving the feel of her hair in my hands as I carefully played with some strands between my fingers. "Instinct." She said. I flicked her small nose lightly chuckling, "Little liar." We both laughed together as she admitted, "I might have seen that in some dirty magazines."

But she could have no idea that I was as unsure of myself in this situation as she was. I'm not sure of my moves, and that bothers me more than anything else. The feeling of not being the one in control, of not knowing what comes next, is something I don't think I could ever get used to. She'd surpassed everyone who came before her, and I still don't know how she did it or why it should be so different with her.

I don’t know what’s more surprising. The fact that she just introduced herself as me? That she lied through her teeth as if I’m not even here? Or that she knows exactly what she’s doing—and yet doesn’t look the least bit ruffled by it?

she asked, "I don't know what to do, I only know one person is uncle matt but I can't go even there because they will easily find me and he also got in trouble because of me, I don't know what to do that person is really powerful in this city he can easily find me," I start sobbing again, "He can't do anything to you unless you stay we us because we are more powerful in this city than anyone can be," she beamed with pride,

I asked her and she shook her head dramatically. "Well chef Mendez, I'm just being shocked on your behalf. By the time you see this, you are going to be more shocked than I am right now. You need to tell me your secret and how you do all these things. Tell me what's the secret?" She asked me and I chuckled as I looked at her with so much amusement. I don't even have the slightest clue what she's talking about. Has she suddenly gone mad? She makes me want to laugh, this is hilarious.

Like I’m not the kind of guy who’s spent years making sure no one can read me. Like I’m not the kind of guy who doesn’t do… this. My screen lights up. Her reply. I’m fine. I exhale sharply through my nose. Bullshit. I type back before I can overthink it. Don’t do that. Three dots. Then: Don’t do what? I hesitate. Because the truth is, I know exactly what she’s doing. What she always does. She wraps herself in control so no one can see where it hurts. I swallow.

I asked, and she shook her head with a sigh. "I don't actually know what to say right now. I don't know how we are going to breach their security system because their security is really high,"she said, and I groaned. "You have to know or do something about it. What do you know about it?"I asked, but she shook her head with a sigh. "I don't know what to do or say right. I'm just clueless as you are. This is really crazy,"she said, and I growled.

Is she one of them? When she saw my reaction, she shook her head. “Oh no, dear. I’m not one of them,” I looked at her in shock. How? How did she know what I was thinking? “I don’t have the ability to read minds,” she added. Wow, that’s awesome. “I’m serious dear. It is just obvious to your face.” Is she serious or just playing with me?

I search desperately for the right words, for a convincing lie. "Okay, this is really, really weird. I really don't mean to disappoint you...." "Something came up, right?" she interrupts, her tone shifting, a knowing quality to it. I blink, surprised by her immediate understanding. *Yep, just like that is how she has gotten used to it,* I think to myself, nodding my head even though she can't see me. "Yeah," I manage, the single word barely a whisper.