In which a beautiful and traumatized model runs into her past -
"Do you like my body?" she asks as she crawls back on top of me.
I smile and place my hands on her ass, "Very much baby," I say and lean back down, "Now ride me" I demand.
The girl looking back at me is not who I like or want. The girl in front of me is all dolled up just to go to her parents house just to be criticized and shitted on.
I'm wearing a loose black dress with flowers all over it and some hot pink heels.
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"You can do this, it's just diner" I whisper to myself.
I take one last deep breath before I walk out of my childhood bathroom and make my way to the dinning room.
Now my family is from good old money. Apparently my great-great-great-grandpa started a architecture company and every male in the family since has joined the business. My father included. But my father, unlike the rest of the males in our family, is the head the company because his father appointed him that when he retired. And unlike my parents my grandma and grandpa actual love me and care a lot about me. I know it crushed them when I ran away, but now that I'm here I'm going to surprise them one day with my return.
The sight of my old house brings back so many memories. Some good some bad. You would think that my mom would have redecorated since I went away but it's exactly the same since when I left.
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