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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 10:17 am
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She walked to school as she normally did when it rained. She loved the rain, especially when it poured down and the sky was such a dark shade of gray. It felt good and for once during the brief moment of solitude she was happy. But today was different, how she knew that she couldn’t tell. She just felt it inside her. Just as she came around the corner that headed toward the campus grounds she saw something in the lights as a car flew by on the slick streets. She stopped in her tracks. Had it moved? It was a large thing covered in what appeared to be a black sheet or blanket and it was shaking. She moved closer. “Hello?” A pale white hand appeared from beneath the folds. “Oh my God, Hey are you okay?” She said instinctively running over and throwing caution to the wind. She pulled the covering off and lying there was a man with long brown hair looking so sad and broken-hearted that she wanted to cry herself. “Here come with me.” she said grabbing his hand and tugging him to his feet. He felt fragile to her touch and the paleness of his skin worried her. She wondered how long he’d been lying there in the rain and what could make one so unhappy that you just didn’t care about life anymore. Sure she’d had her wondrous fill of unhappiness, but she’s sworn to herself that she would never let anything bring her that far down. So what could have happened to this guy? “W-where are we going?” the man whispered. She looked up at him, since he was at least a foot taller than she. “We’re going to my house and I’m going to take care of you.” He stopped momentarily. “Y-ou d-don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine out here.” She frowned and pulled him forward. “I know, but I want to and you look like you need cheering up
He stared down at the determined look in this girl’s eye. Why would she want to help someone like him or a complete stranger for that matter? Had she lost her mind? He pulled his arm free of her grasp. “Look I said I’ll be fine now why don’t you go back to your school and be a good little doctor.” Before either one knew it she had smacked him hard across the face. He couldn’t hide the surprised look on his face. The saddened look in her eyes tore at his heart. s**t. He thought. He’d gone and hurt her feelings and now she was going to cry because of his dumb a**. “Look…miss I-” Anger flashed across her face. “Now look mister! I’m trying to be nice and help you feel better and maybe get a good night’s sleep. So I’d suggest you stop being a jerk and come on.” She grabbed his hand and yanked him forward. He was dumbstruck. Sure he’d been rough-handled before, but she was oddly gentle even though he could tell he’d struck a nerve. As she drug him up the stairs and into her apartment, he couldn’t help but notice that even in their present state she smelled like lilies and had a nice little body. He growled shaking himself. He shouldn’t be thinking thoughts like that right now. It was wrong. There was no telling how old she was or anything. She looked about 17 or 18 which was a definite no touching in his book.
“Hey you Stop standing there and take off your clothes.” His eyes shot open. “Do what?” Ugh! She ran her fingers across her head as if she had a headache. “I said take off your clothes so that I can clean them and you can have a shower.” He eyed her suspiciously. “Why are you being so nice girl? You don’t even know me. I could be some pervert with a disease that would take advantage of you the moment you fell asleep.” She laughed and it was the cutest thing he’d ever heard. “That is true; I don’t know you from the man down the hallway. But I can tell that you are a good person who’s had a bad time with the world.” For a moment he saw that sad look in her eyes again, but she quickly masked it and smiled. “And so it was destiny that I found you today, so that I can fix your broken wings.” She was eye to eye with him now and he could see the vast depths of emotion in her eyes. “So are you going to come out of those wet clothes or am I going to have to help you out of them?” There was a wicked feeling that came over him. He knew she’d meant it from the look in her eyes and the undertone of her voice; she would get him naked one way or another. He sighed. “Okay where’s your bathroom?” She smiled. “It’s down the hallway, the first door on the left.” Grumbling at his own gullibility he sauntered into the bathroom.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 10:18 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 10:23 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 10:31 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 11:31 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 11:31 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 11:32 am
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