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Down to Earth I flew down the stairs to the ground, landing lightly on my ankle-high boots. My navy blue skirt and white blouse fluttered in the whirlwind I created as I rushed to the bus stop to catch a bus that was never on schedule. The early morning sun launched an attack on my sleep-deprived eyes. A session of essay-grading once again took far too long.
It was starting out to be a rather trying day: I had already spilled coffee on one outfit and had to change, I couldnt find my keys for twenty minutes, and then after I had left my apartment I realized that my wallet was still on the nightstand in my room. Blast it all, Im usually not this scatter-brained. One more diversion and I would definitely miss the bus.
Hey. Flour-dusted hair and a wide grin.
I dont have time for his ch
Fine. I didnt want to see him again anyway. He didnt understand. No one ever does.
He drove away from the curb, his tires screeching as if he couldnt wait to get away from me. I dont blame him. There are things I crave, things I need from other people that the average person isnt willing to give. Its so rare to find someone that can give me even a small taste of what I want.
Did I want too much? Was it too much to ask?
In this city filled with stuffed shirts, business suits, and neck ties, youd think at least one or two of them would let loose at night, let their primal urges get the better of them. I prowl the night clubs, the bars, hell, I even walk the streets just to see if I can find someone like me. I never find anyone. The closest I got was him, and not even he was all that close.
I remember when we first hooked up. Ah, he thought handcuffs were a bit kinky. But he
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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