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toothbrush, socks, and crackers
A one night stand turned into a two night excursion. He was caught up in the mystery of the delicate hairs of her neck and forgot his socks somewhere in her sheets. Needs to freshen up. Needs to eat a little something before figuring out his way back to his hotel.
She couldn't believe her luck. She just happened to be a month pregnant and her body let her know. And she just happened to remove her shoes and socks on the lake front, and forget that she put her shoes to the left of her and the socks to the right. Well, her body let her socks know that she was pregnant as well. How can you be nauseas and hungry at the same time? "Hopefully", she thought, "I'll be able to keep my shoes clean, at least."
He scratched his head and flat flakes jumped off fleeing the pinpoint red bumps that were invading his scalp. He checked the list one more time. Didn't want to miss a thing. Don't want to hear that tone again. He checked out the pantyline in front of him. His mother's voice chastizing him, "discusting child. Stop touching yourself". "I"m not!" he recalls as he digs out the twenty from the front pocket of his dark blue jeans and hands it to the cashier. His hands were always so sweaty. Maybe she didn't notice. She probably did. "You hear me?" she said. Why was she so pissed. "Wha?" "Ten twenty nine is the total. This is a five." He sighed. Took back the five. The whur of worry circling his ears as he headed back.
A one night stand turned into a two night excursion. He was caught up in the mystery of the delicate hairs of her neck and forgot his socks somewhere in her sheets. Needs to freshen up. Needs to eat a little something before figuring out his way back to his hotel.
She couldn't believe her luck. She just happened to be a month pregnant and her body let her know. And she just happened to remove her shoes and socks on the lake front, and forget that she put her shoes to the left of her and the socks to the right. Well, her body let her socks know that she was pregnant as well. How can you be nauseas and hungry at the same time? "Hopefully", she thought, "I'll be able to keep my shoes clean, at least."
He scratched his head and flat flakes jumped off fleeing the pinpoint red bumps that were invading his scalp. He checked the list one more time. Didn't want to miss a thing. Don't want to hear that tone again. He checked out the pantyline in front of him. His mother's voice chastizing him, "discusting child. Stop touching yourself". "I"m not!" he recalls as he digs out the twenty from the front pocket of his dark blue jeans and hands it to the cashier. His hands were always so sweaty. Maybe she didn't notice. She probably did. "You hear me?" she said. Why was she so pissed. "Wha?" "Ten twenty nine is the total. This is a five." He sighed. Took back the five. The whur of worry circling his ears as he headed back.