Alexander left for Boston yesterday. He left me with spare keys to his apartment. I promised him I would go apologize to Grey. I wasn’t excited about it, but it had to be done. I was going to do it today, the sooner the better.
I sighed as I rose from the leather couch, and took the keys from the hook. I walked to Grey’s house. It looked the same. Her car-well my car that I didn’t take with me-sat in the driveway. She didn’t have to work. I went up to the door and knocked.
I stood there a moment, and waited. I heard footsteps and the door opened. Grey stood looking at me open mouthed.
“Damien, what are you doing here?” she asked seeming board.
“I came to apologize,” she just looked at me. “May I come in?” she waved her hand, gesturing me to come in.
“Make this quick, I have plans,” she said annoyed.
“I’m sorry, Grey. I shouldn’t have said what I did. I did want to leave you, but I didn’t go about it the right way,” I said feeling stupid.
“You’re damn right you didn’t,” Grey snapped.
“I know words can’t do much, so how can I make it up to you?” I asked feeling like an ass.
“Follow me,” she grinned. Grey walked up the steps, her jeans rubbed together as she walked. Her topo, início rode up her body, revealing her waist. I looked away, I wasn’t with her anymore. I wasn’t having regrets; I was just so used to seeing her body.
Grey walked into the bedroom we once shared. She climbed onto the cama and laid on her side.
“Come here,” she whispered seductively. I should’ve known she would play this card.
“Grey, I can’t,” I protested, I didn’t want to cheat on Alexander.
“You said anything, this is my choice,” she said.
“But Alexander-”
“Doesn’t have to know,” Grey stood and pulled me onto the cama with her. She crawled on topo, início of me, and started beijar my neck. Grey began unbuttoning my shirt, and rubbing my abs. I moaned a little.
“Grey stop,” I was becoming weak. No, I couldn’t let her do this, but it felt so good.
“Why,” she bit my ear. I moaned again.
“It’s not right, and I can’t just cheat on Alexander,” I said feeling guilty.
“You cheated on me, what makes him so different?” she asked beijar my neck more. I didn’t reply. The only answer that came to mind would be cruel. She kissed my lips and took off my shirt. I let her do what she wanted to me. I was her slave.
I vowed to confess to Alexander when he came home. I felt bad even as I let her do wicked things to me. Grey kept beijar me, and I fought to hold back my tears. Hold on Damien, it will be over soon enough. I hoped the voice in my head was right. Although, I did not believe it.
I sighed as I rose from the leather couch, and took the keys from the hook. I walked to Grey’s house. It looked the same. Her car-well my car that I didn’t take with me-sat in the driveway. She didn’t have to work. I went up to the door and knocked.
I stood there a moment, and waited. I heard footsteps and the door opened. Grey stood looking at me open mouthed.
“Damien, what are you doing here?” she asked seeming board.
“I came to apologize,” she just looked at me. “May I come in?” she waved her hand, gesturing me to come in.
“Make this quick, I have plans,” she said annoyed.
“I’m sorry, Grey. I shouldn’t have said what I did. I did want to leave you, but I didn’t go about it the right way,” I said feeling stupid.
“You’re damn right you didn’t,” Grey snapped.
“I know words can’t do much, so how can I make it up to you?” I asked feeling like an ass.
“Follow me,” she grinned. Grey walked up the steps, her jeans rubbed together as she walked. Her topo, início rode up her body, revealing her waist. I looked away, I wasn’t with her anymore. I wasn’t having regrets; I was just so used to seeing her body.
Grey walked into the bedroom we once shared. She climbed onto the cama and laid on her side.
“Come here,” she whispered seductively. I should’ve known she would play this card.
“Grey, I can’t,” I protested, I didn’t want to cheat on Alexander.
“You said anything, this is my choice,” she said.
“But Alexander-”
“Doesn’t have to know,” Grey stood and pulled me onto the cama with her. She crawled on topo, início of me, and started beijar my neck. Grey began unbuttoning my shirt, and rubbing my abs. I moaned a little.
“Grey stop,” I was becoming weak. No, I couldn’t let her do this, but it felt so good.
“Why,” she bit my ear. I moaned again.
“It’s not right, and I can’t just cheat on Alexander,” I said feeling guilty.
“You cheated on me, what makes him so different?” she asked beijar my neck more. I didn’t reply. The only answer that came to mind would be cruel. She kissed my lips and took off my shirt. I let her do what she wanted to me. I was her slave.
I vowed to confess to Alexander when he came home. I felt bad even as I let her do wicked things to me. Grey kept beijar me, and I fought to hold back my tears. Hold on Damien, it will be over soon enough. I hoped the voice in my head was right. Although, I did not believe it.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived por his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived por his elderly father, Pop Tart.
Is it possible to fall in amor with someone you’ve never met
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen or read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my coração begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
Or logical
Though amor rarely is
I can’t make my coração stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one dia we could share
A amor that is real
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen or read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my coração begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
Or logical
Though amor rarely is
I can’t make my coração stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one dia we could share
A amor that is real
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! You always end up like this. Maybe you should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face or back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! You always end up like this. Maybe you should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face or back. Not me!
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i was a normal 18 ano old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( mais like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i said " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he said " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he said " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new