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It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

he says with an ego higher than this damn slide. "More like I'm going to kill you when I make it to the top," I breathe heavily. Finally taking the last step I walk slowly, my movements unsteady and wobbly. Max turns, grabbing my hips with a firm grip. "Now sit down. Sitting still will help," he breathes into the back of my ear. I nod, and quickly I sit down, and scoot to the side. My body slick with a nervous sweat. Max sits next to me, and leans back. Quivering I look to my left and my breath catches in my throat. There's a dozen twinkly lights across the skyline.

“On my voice. Block out the rest.” Her gaze darted, panicked. “I can’t.” “Yes, you can.” My tone sharpened, desperate enough to cut through. “Steph, listen to me. You’ve been through worse. You’ve survived worse. You are not going to let this break you. Not now.” Her trembling slowed just slightly. Jordan shifted closer, holding out his hand. “We start small. One sense at a time. Steph, take a breath. Just one. Smell only what’s closest to you. Emily’s perfume, maybe. Ignore the rest, block them all out.”

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But I guess I am a coward. I held my bag as I locked my door. It was 8pm now. I made sure all the windows; curtains are closed. I had a bath and I knew I was wet. I bit my lip and dried my body and I walked over to the full-length bedroom mirror. I switched on my lights that were attached to the mirror and switch off the lights of the entire house. I bought 2 vibrators, one green and one pink, and I chose the pink. I sat down in front of the mirror and opened up my legs. I could see my pussy.

The bench creaked slightly under us as he sat beside me, close enough that our thighs touched. His arm reached around me to adjust my posture just a little, and his voice lowered as he spoke. “Relax your hands,” he said. “Don’t hold tension in your fingers.” I let out a nervous laugh. “They’re shaking.” He chuckled, guiding my right hand gently. “Here. These are the home keys. Middle C, and the rest follow.” His fingers ghosted over mine, pressing them lightly onto the cool keys. “Like this?” He nodded. “Good. Now - press.”

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ One step at a time right? Scoooot. Step. Scoooot. Step. See? Not that hard. Really not that hard. Even as I think those words, my body fights against me. Lots of slow, shallow breaths, inching forward until I'm just barely shuffling along. Shuffle. Shimmy, shimmy. Shuffle. I take another slow sliding step forward.

“From the table to the refrigerator. Seven steps. I counted.” They came inside. Helena was standing beside the refrigerator. Fourteen months old. Seven steps completed. The expression on her face was the one she wore when something had worked and she was filing the fact of it for future use. Entirely satisfied. Not celebrating. Recording. Sera crouched to her level. “Walk back to me.” Helena looked at the distance between herself and Sera. She assessed it with the focused calculation of a person for whom this was a problem requiring both precision and commitment.

Her whole body shaking against mine and muffled sounds coming out of her that had no coherent meaning. Then we laid there in the wreckage of it all. Breathing. Sticky. Sheets completely destroyed. "Well…" I breathed to the ceiling after a moment. "Yeah," she replied. That best friend's mind thing happening again. We had barely gathered ourselves when Stephanie rolled over and reached into the stack of textbooks on the desk. “What… where are you going?" I asked, sincerely confused. She didn't answer. She didn't pull out a textbook from the stack. She pulled out a DILDO!

The least I could get in return was some pussy. I stalked down the hall with purpose in my stride, eating up the distance between Jericho's room and mine with seven long strides. Fishing my door key out of my pocket, I unlocked the door, threw it open, stepped inside, and then locked the door behind me. This was probably not the right time for this but I couldn't bring myself to care.