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11-CHRIS

"Son of a bitch... I feel like I'll explode," Helena complained placing her head on my lap.

I looked at her in amuse.

"Maybe you shouldn't have eaten that last piece of chicken." I brought my hand to her bare stomach. “Look at this, you even got a belly.”

"It was delicious," she remarked, raising a hand up to my hair to gently caress it, "Is there anything better than chicken and fries?”

“Maybe chicken and fries on the beach?” I inquired leaning back on the pile of sand behind me to make myself more comfortable. "This would be a wonderful life, don’t you think?"

"And with the best company," she murmured turning to her side so she could see me through her sunglasses. "You're so sexy... like a visual orgasm."

She gave me a smile when I brushed a lock of hair from her face and raised her hand to me again, this time to stroke my nose.

I had noticed she did that very often.

"You told me you’ve only had one real fight in your

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