I'll never be your beast of burden
My back is broad but it's a hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
I'll never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles my feet are hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
I'm not too blind to see
I'll never be your beast of burden
So let's go home and draw the curtains
Music on the radio
Come on baby make sweet love to me
- Beast of Burden; The Rolling Stones
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"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy one must love of love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness"
- Woody Allen
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I had to wait until after I clocked out to be able to tell Riley.
The day had dragged on and the night came quickly, to my pleasure. Closing doesn't usually take long for me to do but I would have to stop once in a while to help Jonathan with some of his math equations and I already did the orders once I saw there were only two customers in sight. After I was done with my calls, balanced today's earnings, and locked up the shop, I had phoned Riley on the way home with Jonathan. It was Friday; I get to spend the weekend with him.
"Maya Penelope Hunter, you are the epitome of a best friend a girl could ever have!" she squealed so loudly into my ear that I had to hold the phone rather from me and winced. She's got one hell of a mouth. I was in the corner seats of the subway, in a vacant cart, watching Jonathan happily climbing the rails like a monkey and awe at the lights that flash by in the underground tunnels. He hardly ever rides the subway so it's always an adventure for him.
"Tell me something I don't know," I said, smirking proudly.
"But what was he doing at Topanga's?" Her curiosity oozed through the phone. I can't tell whether it's her inner reporter speaking or herself. Then she gasped. "Was he there to see you?"
"No, Riles," I groaned. However, my heart lurched unexpectedly at the thought of it but it was cut quick after I reminded myself the reality that he was there for a quick visit before his business purpose. "He was in town for a meeting with the board of the Towers Hotel for that art exhibit he donated to."
"Oh yeah, the one you're so eager to go to."
I frowned. "Yeah, that one."
"Have you found a way to go?"
"I've given up on it. My next paycheck isn't going to give me enough to buy the tickets and they're expensive. Almost a grand. With the money I used to pay my share of the bills and to buy food, I won't be anywhere near to even bribe a bouncer. Plus, Jon is gonna be with us this weekend and you know how fast my money gets drained with him around."
"You really need to stop spoiling him."
"Says the spoiled princess herself."
"Touche. But every kid gets affected differently with the way they're spoiled. My parents spoiled me enough to not act so dramatic in public."
"Apparently they didn't do a very good job. You do tend to have your dramatic moments like -"
"Okay, I am the least dramatic person who has ever roamed the face of the Earth!"
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Fifty Shades of Friar
Fanfiction"I want to fuck you, Ms. Hunter. Hard." Maya Hunter steps in for Riley Matthews to interview with the intimidating busisnessman, Lucas Friar, for the campus paper. But she did not expect it to take an unexpected turn in her life. An odd attraction b...
