ERIN
I was home, that day. I stayed at the Hutt all day, actually. One week had passed since the last time I had a party. Seven days I hadn't fuck. And it had been already too long. So, when that red haired girl came to meet me in the kitchen, I thought I was mutating.
- Hey...
- Hey.
- You're Erin, right ? she wondered with a sexy smile.
- Yes.
- A friend of mine told me you can help me.
I stared at her smiling. Her lips were red. Her skirt was short.
- What do you need ? I asked.
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Tears Of London
RomanceHe is problems. She is too. They are like tears, falling in the nonchalant streets of London. Where will this fall take them ?
