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She exits the train about two blocks from her house, praying the strange man won't follow but then again maybe that is what she wants secretly. She swears she hears footsteps behind her but when she looks there is no one there. Her imagination must be running wild tonight. She just shakes her head and hurries home.Breathing a sigh of relief, she runs up her porch steps and stumbles through her door. Locking it securely, immediately peeling her wet clothes off as she heads to her bedroom. She goes into the attached bathroom and takes a long, hot shower, the water flushing her pale skin pink. She steps out and dries her softly curved body quickly. Paying special attention on her silky smooth pussy. As she enters her room she notices her window is open. The cool air feels so good, but she can't recall ever opening it. The breeze makes her plump pierced nipples harden and her pale tattooed skin tingle. She closes her black eyes, just enjoying the sensual feeling. Suddenly, the breeze is. “I love you Jake” she whispered through her smile. Rach rolled over onto her side, her elbow propping her head up, and stared at me. I turned my head to return her stare and noticed she was crying. Summoning my strength, I rolled to face her.“What’s wrong?” I said softly, putting my hand on her face, and brushing away a tear with my thumb.“Absolutely nothing” she said in a low voice through her smile. Keeping her eyes on mine, she leaned into me slowly. Her lips touched mine, and we kissed, staring into each other’s eyes and souls. It was so intimate and deep, I felt my throat tighten, and my tear joined hers as our cheeks touched.She backed away from our kiss ever so slowly, stopping only inches away. “I love you too Rach” I managed in a hoarse whisper. She leaned back into me, her soft pink lips kissing my tear.She rolled back, pulling my head with her, onto her chest, and stroked my hair. Her heartbeat slow and strong, lulled me. The softness of her skin on my face.
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Just one.’ Mike looked at his friend closely. He could tell Jake was a little buzzed and maybe that’s what brought out his emotions so strongly tonight. But it appeared that his old friend was hurting inside. ‘But she isn’t that girl Jake. She’s not. And I don’t want you to find out the wrong way.’ ‘Its cool man, thanks for caring about me. But I’ll be fine,’ Jake forced a smile. ‘I’m going to head home.’ Jake pulled on his leather jacket before dropping a few twenties on the table. ‘I got tonight.’ ‘You sure man? I think it was my turn to pay,’ Mike questioned. ‘Don’t worry about it. You get next time.’ Jake half-waved as he walked out the back entrance into the parking lot. He climbed into his steel-blue BMW and flipped on an old Jimi Hendrix track, Bold as Love. By the time he got home, a few hours earlier than he told Courtney he would be, the music had soothed his nerves and he was feeling confident about his relationship with Courtney again. He ran his hand through his hair and.

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