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He suddenly turned to her, smiled, and wiggled his eyebrows “How's it going?” The popcorn in her mouth went straight down her throat and lodged there. She almost choked, her brown eyes almost falling off their sockets. Sergio patted her back. “Nina, you can't die here.” “I'm not dying,” she squeaked, eyes watering. “Poor baby,” Leo sympathised. Sergio got up. “I gotta microwave some food. Be back in a minute.” “Sure, Uce, (brother)”, Now, it was just the two of them left. Jules watched as he laid down, eyes shut, a pleasant smile on his face.

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He didn't look up from his phone. "Your leg. Stop touching me," she scowled. "It's not my fault your desk is tiny like you. My legs need space," he lifted his one shoulder in a shrug. Angela felt a flash of anger hit her when he called her tiny. She wasn't tiny. He was a giant.

SEX STARVED HOUSEWIFE & HER STEPSON 2 _____________________ Sabrina Shit. Shit. Shit! I sprang to my feet, almost stumbling as I scrambled to cover my breasts. The overhead light came on. The sudden brightness almost blinded me. There at the bottom of the stairs, stood my husband’s son. All six-foot-four of him, grey eyes glinting mischievously, a devious smirk in place, shirtless with full abs and biceps on display.

========= DAY 29 "This holiday music is driving me nuts. I'm going to start hating Christmas," Carl grumbled as the static-filled stations kept circling back to Christmas tunes. He was sweating under the hood in a garage. "This car served me faithfully for more than five years. Now, after hitting a couple of freaks, the engine's shot." Adam, smeared with oil, handed him tools and occasionally fiddled with an old radio on the car seat. He wiped his face with a rag, glancing into the rearview mirror.

When I finally ran out of desperate words, he steepled his fingers and studied me like a piece of meat on the cutting board. “I can give you the time off,” he said slowly. “Paid. Plus extra for the missed shifts. But nothing’s free anymore, little girl. You know that.” Relief and dread crashed into each other inside my chest. I nodded quickly. “Whatever you want. Just… please.” He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small black box. Inside was a sleek, teardrop-shaped silicone plug, slightly curved, with a flared base and a wireless remote beside it. It wasn’t huge, but it looked heavy. Sinister.

She hurried through the process of wrapping the body, making sure the head was indeed in there, she had made that mistake before, and proceeded to carry it to her waiting pick up truck. The pick-up truck was a rugged, utilitarian vehicle, designed to tackle any terrain and withstand any challenge. Its body was made of sturdy metal, with a raised suspension and oversized tires that made it ideal for off-road adventures. The paint job was a faded shade of blue, with rust spots and dents scattered across its surface like battle scars. Basically it was the perfect vehicle in which to not attract notice. Jumping into the drivers seat

z when I get back to beef up security. Fucking crazy round here sometimes. I picked up the empty bottles and opened the door to go round to the dumpster in the alley. Always gave me the fucking creeps being round here. There’s no lights round here, and all the bushes. You never know when someone’s going to jump you. I opened the lid of the bin and threw the bottles in when I heard a faint noise. It was gone two in the morning, so traffic wasn’t very heavy. I heard a faint “Is anyone there?”. I turned quickly to see if I could see anyone. “Hello?” I called. “I’m here, can you help me please? I can’t get out. I’m hurt.” I ran over to the b

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