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3 | The Last Rail, Scene Three

3- 31- 2024.

1:22 pm. Actor's in place.

The curtain raises.

'Lights, camera, action,' Donatel announced.

3:35 p.m., time posed.

Tonya felt like she was running down a long road. Leading a pack of hungry wolves. Aah- oh, as she whizzed by another tree. She felt free and secure, far ahead of the snarling mouths.

She could feel her protector.
His finger traced the outline of her lips. The feel of Darwin's hands. Burning a rocket in her mind. She couldn't wait to peek in his bedroom. Will he be there waiting for her? She would love to swagger in his arms, hugging him close.

Darwin's voice says, 'A lot I can give you. I can give you more.'

Here comes the desires that she has waited for.

Here comes the handcuffs, claiming her to be his.

Every second, she gasped, and the lights were dimmed.

The camera rolls. She's in the spotlight. She swears the room is filled with an audience, even Twila.

Action-

'Slide off your panties.' Darwin says.

Tonya glides her panties down her lovely legs, stepped out of them.

Darwin is waiting in the bed.
'Come here,' he snarled that wicked grin.

 A great sensation fills her, her blood rushing. She's hotter than ever before.

Darwin watches her, and he reaches out to her.

'That's a wrap,' Donatel announced.

The curtain falls.

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