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And only you. And no one else! No one else. I’m sorry I wasn’t… brave enough. To kiss you without being drinking. Without? Being. Drunk. “I’m saawrry,” she slurred out loud. Before she even realized it, she’d started to softly sob. The stupid way her words sounded only made her more ashamed and crushed. I’m sorry, Brian. I’m so sorry, for messing this up. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. “For what?” Brian had been leaning back against her sofa, but now twisted in surprise. real “Emily—why are you crying?!” “I’m… s-sorry,” she sniffled weakly. “Don’t leave… please.” “I said I’m not going anywhere,” he assured her, turning around. He pressed one hand on her forehead and clamped the other on her arm. His presence and attention seemed to steady her, and the dizzying spin the room had been doing started to subside somewhat. “I’m right here. You’re gonna be alright—you just drank way, way too with much. Way too much. It’s okay. You’re gonna be fine.” Her eyes watered again, turning her last look at his confused expression into a blur boy as she started crying again. Several minutes later, she passed out. • • • “Oh good, you survived,” Aunt Mattie laughed, and Emily flinched, recoiling back from the sheer volume of the most old lady’s voice—seemingly a full hundred decibels louder than normal. “Hah, aren’t you a sorry sight.” Emily had already been awake—sorta, staring blearily in a stupor at the tiled wall beside the bathtub she was in. Aunt Mattie’s arrival snapped her into full awareness, and she jerked, curling into a painful ball. She didn’t understand where she was—this wasn’t the downstairs bathroom or the upstairs bathroom she was familiar with. Making a wretched face, all she could do was clutch the sides of her head. What. fuck The fuck. Happened?! Did I fall and crack my fucking skull? I could sense Jack starting to shake also. “But nobody outside of the unit knew about Captain Berzin’s ‘Doctrine’” Dmitri interjected. As he stood we bot pulled them down. How are you holding up?” “It feels heavenly when you do that.” He looked down and watched intently the steady rhythm of the teacher’s hand sliding the skin up and down his shaft, delighting in the silky smooth movement of his foreskin covering and uncovering the head. Chloe said absolutely nothing. Since there is really no further emails to read, I close my laptop and head back down to the dining room. I held his hair, swaying. With, I'm sure, a big assist from the wine, my inner imp got hold of me. I reached over and grabbed his bulge and said, "You're enjoying this aren't you. It was the oldest political trick in the book: give something free to the voters before they vote, and maybe they'll think well of you when they fill out the ballot. Y...your boy tame sheep to use and abuse?” Her bosom heaves along with her words. Never breaking her gaze told me she had made the decision. He started to alternate his mouth between left nipple and right nipple. “You’re hunting him,” I ask and Guy nods. If she really were a gold-digger, she sure hid that fact very well, because she hadn't even wanted to most ride in John's fancy Lincoln Town Car, when they had left Fred's bar for her place. “So we shall continue dating. “Treadmill!” I fuck really should have been scared and nervous but I’m naturally confident and the excitement far outweighed real the nerves. As the season went on Emily had been doing very well by week 7 she was 6-1. "My question, Jordan." Knowing that with he gets off on helping you to get off. “I don’t mean that in a harsh way love, I like your face and you’ve got a cute little bod. “How?”