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Chapter 8: Relying on my wet dreams

SARAH'S POV

"I must have slept for long," I yawned with closed eyes before my vision slowly revealed where I was. 'Mr. Clinton's bedroom, I actually slept on his bed.' I placed my hands on my lips in disbelief; that was fast, way too fast, but I liked the speed. I laid back on his bed grinning, things were working out for me. It had only been a day since I arrived, and we were already getting along really well, just as I always wanted.

I sat up when my mind flashed back to our earlier conversation. I've got preparations to make, and I was still in bed. I got up immediately to get things ready.

I went to my room and grabbed my purse, put on some lipstick, and tied my hair into a ponytail. I really like ponytails because it makes me look cute and full of spirit, that's what I think. I didn't forget to take some cash; I had shopping to do. As I was about to exit the duplex, I saw Erin approaching.

"Hi." She smiled again, and I smiled back as I did before. "You're going out," she as
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