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A GRADE BEHIND
There I was sitting in class behind her usually she will sit on the other side of the room from me and I would shyly glance her way just to get a glimpse of her, but now she was in front of me I could smell her it was not a perfume for I know it was oil she used.
LATE NIGHT FANTASY(part 3)
Sara finally made it through her files it was hard to concentrate the rest of the night, she was filled with anxiousness. who was the woman? She was with her in the elevator, she must have gone to the restroom to retrieve her underwear she told her to take off. she thought to herself she could not keep going on like this she would have to take a stand sooner or later. she scrolled over her texts again reading them over and over, she tried to call the number back but it just ended up with a busy signal.
Late Night Fantasy 1-3
Sara finally made it through her files it was hard to concentrate the rest of the night, she was filled with anxiousness. who was the woman? obviously, she was with her in the elevator, she must have gone to the restroom to retrieve her underwear she told her to take off. she thought to herself she could not keep going on like this she would have to take a stand sooner or later. she scrolled over her texts again reading them over and over, she tried to call the number back but it just ended up with a busy signal.
Sultry Moments (Luke) (Part 1)
He woke up with a headache and a bad taste in his mouth; he tasted a metallic metal on his tongue. He was still dazed and everything seemed foggy, his eyes could not focus; it must have been from all the liquor he was drinking last night. It was dark and drafty, and he felt his stomach pressed against some type of cushion. His shirt was off because he could feel the cushion press against his flesh. He tried to move his arms; he felt a cold shackle around his wrist and feet. He panicked. How on earth was he shackled and pressed to something? Why was it dark? He called out and no one answered. He must have been in this place since last night.
Late Night Fantasy (Part 2)
It's been three weeks since the call. Sarah always had in the back of her head that this woman could call at any given moment. She was not going to let that stop her from doing what she does best, being a boss of her worker bees in her corporate office. She had to meet her deadlines by next month all the files for the corporate accounts had to be done before the new quarter. The last few months were stressful the company had made more than the expected income from their previous investments, so that meant even more work for her staff and department. Sarah walked the floor still thinking of this so-called Kim, who could she be and if she was watching her. She wondered who was in the office that night and had access to her as she was taking the pic for her boyfriend that night alone in her office or at least she thought she was.
The Fallen (Uriel), Part One
He saw her from across the bar, where this man sat talking her ear off. Uriel could not stand it not for one minute longer. He shifted his seat and began to push the chair away. Someone gripped his arm. He looked back, and he could see his tight-lipped brother holding him to his seat. "If I was you, brother, I would not do such a thing as you are about to do."
Late Night Fantasy (Part 1)
She lays on her bed trying to settle into sleep, exhausted from working into the late night; her body was sore, her bones ached all over. Reaching over to her nightstand, she grabs her remote, turns on her TV; nothing of interest is on she see's the reruns of I Love Lucy. Looking to her left, she see's no one, her bed is cold, she is lonely. She hears a vibration from her cell phone, she looks at it, and the caller ID says unknown, she hesitates but reaches over and picks it up. "Hello," She says in a light voice. "Hello, Miss Sarah." The other voice warm and gentle. She took a deep breath and adjusted herself on the bed, wincing from the pain. "Who is this?" She told, her voice firm in its conviction.