That's my keeper

That's my keeper

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The box is not a box. It's an elevator, she frowns. She can't remember, where is she going ? Light. Voices. Danger. She can't remember her name, her age, how she looks, her parents, where she lived. She's empty. An empty, blank human. Desperation fills her body. She's asleep again.
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Melanie

"please, Melanie... I wanna talk" I sighed before getting in her car.But I didn't look at her face, instead looking out the window She instantly put her hand on my exposed thigh and gently rubbed it "fuck melanie, what are you doing to me" She said under her breath I continued looking out the window. "Mel, look I know you want me and you know I want you too. I also know that you wanna act like the perfect girl at school and no one should know you're gay-" I didn't let her finish "what does that have to do wit-" "shhh, keep that pretty mouth closed while I talk" she whispered her hand slowly travelling higher up my thigh "let's keep messing around... But secretly, I get to keep my girlfriend and you get to keep yours" Her sexy voice going deeper than usual "yeah.. But-" "no Mel, let's just go to my place to Fuck... I need pussy right now " she groaned running her hand through her hair

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