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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
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