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Danny and Kimmy
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Danny and Kimmy She's wearing a weird kind of striped legging all up her legs past those heals. She doesn't wear a bra, you can see her nipples through a thick, but loose black and glitter tank top. Her leather jacket was MADE to spread wide open. Her cleavage exploited, her pants tight, she gives the door a knock. "Who is it?!" "Jared sent me! Happy birthday John." Fuck Christmas, if someone is willing to accept a surprise gift on any given day of the year... it's their birthday. The door opened and she went in. From that point I couldn't see shit, these cameras don't account for light conditions, but I heard all I wanted to. "Sit down on the couch... Jared told me you like aggressive girls." "Yeah, but aggressive like Fuck me... not aggressive like TAKE THIS." "Oh I WANT you to fuck me. Did you hear that? I WANT you to fuck me... I just don't want it to be for nothing... I'm going to make sure your dick is nice and wet, and that there's a condom on it... that's all." " Okay." I listen as she rides him for a bit. Then she demands that he fucks her from behind at the nightstand. She keeps this going.... I never KNEW a girl that WANTED dick more than a couple of times a day, but if she didn't, I was fooled. She got fucked from every corner of this guys room, then came back to the car. "Got it." She says. She's obsessed with fixing her hair. I don't get it because she has "Just been fucked" hair, and there's no cure for that other than a shower, but she tries to fix it in the mirror anyway. "Birth certificate and all." she says. I look at her for a second until she looks back at me. "WHAT THE FUCK?" "Here," she shoves a small pile of legal documents in my lap. "Drivers license, credit cards, passport..." "PASSPORT? How the fuck...?" "It was with everything else. He JUST came back from Beirut.: "How was he?" "Tiring." The next morning we meet at table at the hotel. I broke the bad news as well as I should. "Well he isn't worth SHIT unless it's black market." "Yet it was SO easy to get him to wear a condom." "I don't get it either, but here's what we're dealing with. We sell his assets for a grand, or we tell the family we found the guy, and they MIGHT pay ten." "They won't pay shit will they?" "They won't pay shit. Logic doesn't exist to them, DNA or nothing." We both think on it for a minute. She finally asks it: "If we sell him off, the family gets NO closure." "If we proved it WITH DNA, they would still never get closure. He's a world away." "They were going to pay ten grand. You're going to sell him off for five. That's five grand a MONTH for TWO of us... we can't go on like this." "We WON'T. I have an idea... |
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