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I arrived at the popular bar, Concave Bar, and slipped into one of the stools, waving my hand in the air to signal the bartender. “Anything hot, please,” I ordered. He gave me a quick nod. Different questions swirled in my head, searching for answers but finding none. Just as the bartender returned with a glass of what I had requested, my mother walked in, sitting next to me. “Exactly what she ordered!” she told the bartender. My lips curled up into a smile as I tasted the liquid. I was sure it was ethanol as the burning sensation coursed down my throat. “Is there something you aren't telling me, Alana?” My mother asked, her question a little bit annoying.

Talia wasn’t just attractive, but she was impossible to ignore. She had long, dark hair, with skin like porcelain. Her eyes were so damn sharp and pale they looked almost silver. And her body? God, her body made everything else irrelevant. She stood at about five-five, curvy in all the places that made men stop talking mid-sentence. Her tits were full and heavy, all real. Her ass was the kind that made him grab it in public just because he could. Even with those curves, her waist stayed narrow. It didn’t make sense, but he didn’t care. She was built to be touched, to be spread, to be fûcked hard over and over again.