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Alejandro stood up and got a good, long, hard look at Richie. Richie showed fear and yet he still looked somehow... willing. Yearning. Craving. Alejandro touched the much smaller man's face and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. Richie blushed, either unable or unwilling to say anything. Perhaps afraid that his weak tongue would ruin the moment? Fortunately, Alejandro's tongue was very skilled. Alejandro continued working his way down Richie's beautifully frail body, first the shoulders, then the chest, then his belly, before finally working his way down to Richie's zipper. It was obvious what Richie wanted and Alejandro was determined to give it to him. In one swift motion Alejandro pulled down Richie's trousers, and in one glorious stroke he
Ms. Marina: Micheeeelle, dinner's ready!
Michelle: Arghaisfifaf oh shit... Coming, mom!
Your name is MICHELLE MARINA and you were just RUDELY INTERRUPTED in the designing of a critical chapter in your latest creation. You were right in the middle of the climax, quite ready to type down Richie's climax around the same time you reached your own. Curse your mother's punctuality with the preparation of dinner.
After spending a few moments to make yourself more presentable you scurry on down to the dinner table. The first thing you notice is pancakes; lots and lots of pancakes. Holy mother fucking shit you love pancakes. You love to stack them on top of each other and cover them with hot, sticky syrup. There is always a greater necessity for syrup than there is room on the plate, and it depresses you.
These are the kinds of things you think about.
You sit down, get a trio of pancakes (everything is better when you have more than one at the same time), and before you can reach for the syrup your hand gets slapped away by your mother. She expects you to say grace alongside the rest of the family. Your brother, Michael, snickers. God you hate that guy.
After saying the same typical prayer that always happens when you are selected to say it you begin scarfing down your pancakes as fast as possible. You may love pancakes, but you love writing smut even more.
Ms. Marina: So, Michael... How'd your day go?
Oh god they're doing this again, they're going to expect you to talk to them. You are going to be sitting here for an hour.
Mike: It was fine.
OK, phew, he doesn't have anything to say, maybe they will accept this and you can say the same when they get to y
Ms. Marina: Please, Michael... You're going away soon, I want to be able to talk to you just for today.
Mike: Uh, yeah... Okay mom. Well, I quit my job today, I guess. Can't really work at Wal-Mart if you're moving to Austria after all, ha ha. Boss wasn't too happy about it but he's never happy about anything. So... yeah.
Ms. Marina: Ha ha, I'm sure. So Michelle, how about you?
Oh god she wants you to say something what do you say WHAT DO YOU SAAAAAY