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The inary lint on his leg, which is crossed in a dapper fashion over the other "There is absolutely no ar Bowl does nothing ar Daddies so they can join the website and ements made thereafter are for sex; it's merely for companionship"

"But sex does occur," the reporter says silkily

"Of course sex occurs," he aduid so 'round"

The cae of a beach It looks tropical in nature, as the water is crystal clear with a tinge of pale blue, and the sand is pristine white The reporter's voice comes over the shot and says, "Jonathon Townsend is never shy to talk about sex, and by the looks of things, he gets plenty froar Babies that flock to his company daily"

The ca in the ocean It's thea pair of well-fit swi wo blond hair wraps her aro to her ass As they kiss, the reporter's voice says, "It's rumored that Jonathon Townsend, or JT to his close personal friends, hteen ar Bohich certainly makes him more attractive than his already fine physique he recently showcased as he cavorted in the Maldives with his newest fla over fiveat an astronomical rate, it's clear that JT's star is still on the rise"

JT?

My skin tightens and the hair on ht hand involuntarily seek htly over the tiny, half-inch scar there that see, but I'm not sure what

My eyes are glued to the TV as I watch thepassionately, clearly not worried that they are on public display Then he releases his hold on her, turns toward the camera with a smile on his face, and I see his torso

Red bird

Phoenix with flas and tail

Stretched in flight up his left rib cage

A shudder seizes ainst it as I lurch off the couch, aardly stu around the coffee table toward the TV The camera zooms in closer on the couple, and as if thewatched, he looks right into the lens and grins, close enough that I can see his brown eyes

Brown eyes What I think y, but nothat'smalice

"Damn, babysorrylooks like we left soh

I cry out, stumble backward, and the coffee table catches the backs of rips ony

"Selayou okay?" Mark says, his voice sounding like it's stuffed into a druhother noise

"Get out," I whisper, choking on the words because my throat is so dry

"What?" I hear hi the coffee table in my periphery

I raise my head, look at him, and rasp, "Get out"

"You want ht now?"

Red-hot rage swells up within e upward from the table, my fists balled up in fury, "Get out Get out Get out"

Mark jerks backward from me, his eyes round with surprise for just a rabs his backpack off the floor, and mutters, "Crazy bitch"

I don't even look at hiain as he walks out of my small apartment

My hands co I pace back and forth in front of the TV,to it periodically, but they've moved on to another juicy story

Vivid flashes of scenes spark in ht they were nothing but nightmares

My wrists pinned to the mattress

Searing pain as I'm fucked in the ass

Red phoenix on a wrist

"Think she'll suck my dick?"

"S it"

"All of it"

I bend over at the waist,violently, then a flood of vo as wave after wave of nausea and pain are expelled from my body Beer and the turkey sandwich I'd eaten twenty o splatter loudly on my worn brown carpet Tears flood my vision, drip in rivers onto the pile of vomit as I start to dry heave