Rated #2 in Mature Adult! WOW!!
Just read the damn story. Contains INCEST.
PLEASE READ THIS STORY AND LISTEN TO YOUR HEART PART 2 THE PURGE WHILE YOU STILL CAN. I AM THINKING OF DELETING BOTH STORIES. THE STORIES AREN'T AS GOOD AS I HOPED THEY WOULD...
"Hmm... you've got a strong heartbeat." she whispers.
(We both lay there for a while talking, enjoying one another's embrace...asking one another questions. Then I notice her hand stops moving, her breathing becomes slower and more relaxed. She's asleep I realize.)
(I hear her words echo in my mind.)'You've got a strong heartbeat.'
(Now I understood what the note on the pizza box meant, as I fall asleep.)
(I awake hours later, sunlight streaming thru the windows. I stretch, and notice Billie isn't beside me.)
"Billie?"
(I look around the room. I notice her clothes are gone. I discover a note on top of the pizza box.)
'David. Thanks for the great time last night. Last night was the first time in years I slept without any night terrors. Sorry I didn't wake you before I left, but you were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to disturb you. I'm off on tour stuff again but would like to hear from you and hopefully see you again. If you feel the same way, here's my number. Billie.'
(I waste no time grabbing my clothes and my phone. I call her number, my heart racing. Waiting to hear her voice.)
(It goes to voicemail... bogus. I leave a message.)
"Hi, Billie... it's David. I got your message. I had a great time last night too, and I would love to see or hear from you again. Call or text me, when you can beautiful. Bye."
(I leave the hotel, practically floating on air. I couldn't wait to see or hear from Billie again.)
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==== At a small apartment building in Philadelphia. ====
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(Three months. It had been three months now, and I hadn't gotten a single call or text from Billie. I knew she was busy with her career, but three months? The same questions kept swirling around in my mind. Echoing over and over and over again.)
Had I been played?
Played.
Played.
Played.
Had I been used?
Used.
Used.
Used.
Was it all just some cruel joke to her?
Joke.
Joke.
Joke.
Had she found someone else?
Else.
Else.
Else.
(I was going crazy thinking about her. Her beautiful blue eyes. The feel of her lips on mine. The way she made my heartbeat faster, when I held her close. Her big melon breasts. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't concentrate. I rarely ate. I stopped exercising and I lost my job. I sit staring at a snowy white television screen. The cable had been shut off months ago, I barely notice. I started drinking again. Something I hadn't done in years, in hopes of washing away any memory of her. I had a beard, and my hair was hanging around my shoulders and un-combed. I cut myself off from life itself. I just didn't fucking care anymore. All I could think about was her, and her beautiful blue eyes.)
(There's a knock on my door. I figure it's the landlady coming to bitch at me about rent money...again.)
"I'll try to have some money for you tomorrow...okay?" (I lie.)
