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Ophelia put her makeup on. She sighed, and put on some heels.
She got a cab to a club. She needed a little relaxing time. Plus she'd just gotten paid.
She headed to the club, paying the cab driver. She looked around the club. Definitely not as classy as the Mines but...
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Hey Little Songbird comes
Ophelia picked up her phone. Thomas chuckled."Okay, okay you go. I want to hear him," he said, elbowing her gently."Okay, okay, hold on. I'm dialing."
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Adrian's phone rang.He answered it."My apartment...flooded."
Hey Little Songbird your wings
Ophelia sat cross legged on his pristine white couch, his shirt hanging off her shoulders, her bare breasts peeking out.He handed her a hot chocolate, sitting beside her. She smiled, taking it from him thankfully.She blew on it.
Hey Little Songbird and knock the wind
He smiled. "I'm kidding, of course. Go back to sleep."She turned over.He looked down, unable to sleep. Today was a day of losses for him.
Hey Little Songbird right out of
Ophelia rubbed herself against Adrian. He opened an eye hesitantly."Yes?" He asked."I'm horny," she whined, rubbing against him.
Hey Little Songbird your lings
Ophelia couldn't concentrate on her song. He wasn't here. Why wasn't he here? Did he have to work?He didn't say he had to work. He never worked. Well he did, but it was never when she was on stage.Where was he? Did she scare him?
Hey Little Songbird hey
So she sang. Feeling a little empty. Her mind was racing. He had become so important to her in so little time.Behind the glass, on that stage, watching over his patrons like some kind of guardian angel.But he wasn't here.
Hey Little Songbird nobody
"You really are too sharp aren't you?" The older man said.Adrian looked down. "Come on now. You're my father. You think you're the smartest guy in the world. Surely your son shouldn't be far behind.""Mh. But you have your mothers genes. You look just like her. So pretty."
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