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TWELVE- You're In No Place To Judge Me
Home.
Just the sheer thought of it gives a certain feeling of warmth and security. That four lettered word that assures you of love and utmost safety just by thinking about it. You forget how hard the world is coming at you and the terrible turns your life is taking. Home. It's a place you feel nothing can ever chase you right into. I guess my definition of a home was never right from the start. He was everywhere. My home, my work….basically , my life. And the thought that I have nowhere to run to anymore terrifies me more than anything I've ever felt. It was like hours have passed already but in reality , it was only a few seconds. My heart didn’t fail to do what it knows how to do best when I'm with him. It pounded against my chest like crazy and I've stopped trying to figure out if it was from the fear of getting killed or from the closeness of our bodies. One of his big hands held me against the greRelated chapters
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"Red or black?""Duhh!definitely the hot one, red!!""Slit gown or bareback?""Definitely Slit gown, shows more sexiness""Pencil heels or wedge?""Pencil heels accentuate slit gowns, adds spice to the sexiness"Red. Slit gown. Pencil Heels. Definitely something Shayne would wear to a dinner or wedding party with the hopes of hooking up with a dripping hot guy. I should have known that her profession could only suppress her slutty instincts not completely curb them."I'm going to a dinner party and not thinking of getting laid Shayne"I said finally flinging off the clothes I've been showing to her on the screen one after the other and having had enough of her terribly inappropriate choices."That place is going to be swarmed with old men and women, besides, I have to look
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