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The deafening sound of the door slamming shut stirred you from your slumber. Looking at the time, you saw that I was eleven o'clock at night, which only meant one thing; Jean was home from work.


You hadn't even meant to fall asleep— after returning home to your apartment you immediately jumped in the shower to wash away your sins from the afternoon's events; afterwards laying down for just a quick rest, ended up with you falling fast— a combination of the weed, pleasure and stress you've endured all within the span of a few hours.


You didn't straighten up the place, nor did you make anything for dinner— Jean was not happy, that much was apparent by the sound of his feet stomping loudly about as griped and groaned from the living space outside of your bedroom door.

It was no use in pretending to be asleep, he would just come in there to wake you up and complain about how you didn't do your job.

Maybe this time, you'd let him— after all, the reason why you didn't was because you were... well, you know. Sitting up from the comfort of your warm mattress, you wrap yourself up in a soft cardigan and head out into the belly of the beast.



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