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His stomach growled. Brooke laughed. "It's nice to know you're hungry. I'm glad I made a lot." She took her place across from him. The yellow light above the dining table illuminated her like an angel. The soft pink waves of her hair cascaded down over her shoulder framing her face perfectly. Tom shook his head. Things were confusing enough as it was. He couldn't be thinking this way. "How was work?" She asked as she started eating her dinner. "It was the same sort of thing. I'm still guarding the same Truex Company Combouya. There must be thousands of them."

and bailed out. The pungent scent of pot smoke wafted out of Mike’s truck as Brandt opened the door. A roach clip dangled from the rearview mirror, weighted with feathers and skinny strips of leather. He pushed aside food wrappers and empty beer cans until he found a small bright orange fanny pack. Since he’d forgotten to ask specifics about size and color, he unzipped the main compartment. His hand froze. It wasn’t the unopened package of condoms that snared his interest, but the hand-tooled leather wallet.

ard? It wore a black robe and had a wooden body with a red colour... As in, red! Finally, red! Its hands had three fingers each, with hooves for feet. You know what, as we got closer, it appeared to only have a lizard-like face, and deep green eyes. “Master Prime Shrock, it’s a pleasure to see you”, said our escort. “Yes, thank you.” It replied. It turned towards us, and examined us with those weird eyes, like it could even see through.

Besides, the last time we were here, their Alpha got banished. We find an old trunk at the edge of the woods with some clothes in it. I shift and rifle through the trunk. Behind me, I could swear I hear noises. I turn around and don’t see anything. I sniff the air. It smells like rogues have been here recently. Doesn’t surprise me, I’m sure security for this pack is lax. I find a pair of shorts that barely fits and a tank top that is also small, but good enough to go inside the packhouse.

, Kaylee replied. "Nope, everybody will most certainly be with theirs. Everyone keeps their sweatshirts and pants in their lockers, even though we don't use them anymore, I don't think anyone has removed their own from their respective lockers", Anna replied as a matter of fact. "Well, I can just do exercise in this", Kaylee replied pointing to her crop top and baggy trouser. "Ewww, so you want to sweat in that and still go to class in it. That would be very disgusting", Anna said with a frown.

he said and put his phone back in his pocket Minutes pass and we saw Singto's face grinning while entering the door We are close friends since high school, Off told us that we just act as employee and boss when we are in the workplace, but when we are not we can act normal and he doesn't want us to call him SIR, BOSS or something else he always gets goosebumps " And? so did you FUCKED each other hard again?" Ricky asked " n..no. " I said in a trembling voice and quiver my head " so what does this open box of condom doing here," he said and picked the box that Off throws to me earlier I eyed him Off just laugh and brushed my hair and walked near the window " Well, that's just props we don't

Yeah, a few dozen hot, sexy, bare chested men, and she couldn’t keep her eyes off of the groom. Trent did look hot, though. There was no question he was still running every day like he had in high school and probably lifting more than he had back then, too. He’d played baseball and ran track, and his physique had only become more defined over the years. He wasn’t bulky like Hank who loved powerlifting and did his best to resemble those California dudes who were always at Muscle Beach. No, Trent’s muscles were long and lean and rippling with every subtle movement, and Bree’s fingertips itched to run down those abs and find that low V she knew was there if his blue tru

Every night, hundreds of trucks loaded with soft drink bundles were delivered to warehouses, restaurants, stores, and hotels around the state. At the production plant, it was just another night. The trucks were loaded and ready to go on their journey. One of the supervisors, Elliot, was on the ground, inspecting the vehicles and drivers before they left for deliveries. He checked his ledger when he reached the 9th truck in the lineup. The driver and his assistant were already inside, waiting for permission to depart. He could see their faces in the faint light. The man in the driver's seat wore his long brown hair in a ponytail. He also had sideburns and a nose that was exceptionally big. Th

"You are not following me, dressed like some horrid creature that came out of ol' Hagrids daydreams." Now that was downright bullying." It isnt my fault. These are the nicest clothes I have with me." "No need to worry, puppy dog." Puppy and dog. Now I am confused. A minute ago I was a freaking toucan-duck and now I am a puppy and a dog, at the same time. By the way I am a full bred human being. Just in case any of you were wondering. "I have a few clothes right here," he enters the walk in closet and takes out a brand new Louis vuitton cricket trunk filled with clothes, expensive once. The once whose prices you can determine by their scents.

"You got any tools in this thing? A wrench? Something to get this cover off?" "Yes! Yes, I think so." Adrian rushes to the trunk, his shoes slipping on the wet grass. He pops the lid and rummages through the clutter, the sound of metal on metal clanking in the quiet night. He returns with a small red toolkit, his face flushed from the exertion and the cold. "Here."