Sky Under The Sea: Do You Think You're The Only One Afraid Of this Machine?

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I had fallen asleep next to her. She looked so beautiful, like an angle. Her clothes we chared and blackened, her hair in shambles. But I didn't care. to me, this was everything I needed.

"Shit!" I heard from across the house, waking Erin up immediately.

"What was that?" She asked groggily.

"Not sure, let me check." I walked into her bathroom and out through that door, down the stairs and into the... laundry room?

Jen was standing over the washing machine, yanking on something.

"FUCK!" She yelled as I heard a rip. I stepped closer to her, trying to help her. "STOP, MY SHIRT RIPPED!" She turned towards me slightly. One of her boobs were hanging out.

I quickly went to cover my eyes but I noticed a small tattoo over her nipple.

"Losing my religion," I read aloud.

"What? Oh yea my tat." Jen said. We just kind of stared at each other for a few moments.

"Here. Let me help you" I walked over to her and released her sleeve from the washing machine. I also picked up a small ring. Fire opal. Erin favourite.

I inspected the ring a bit closer. It was Erin.

"What the hell ma-" my mouth was being closee by some force. Jen was kissing me. Her boob still out and right on my chest.

"Our little secret."

"Um," I heard from the doorway. Erin... "Is that um, my uh, ring?"

"Oh, uh, yea. Here." I slipped the ring on her finger and she took a step back.

"Thanks." She whispered and walked away.



ho ho ho and a happy fucking holidays to you

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