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“Well come here, let’s have a look at you.” There were two couches positioned around an enormous, expensive-looking television, as well as a large recliner that Brian’s dad sat in. The end-tables had doilies beneath expensive-looking lamps, antique knick-knacks were carefully positioned on shelves. Overall, it looked more like the cover of an interior design magazine rather than a place people actually occupied and lived in. “This is Emily, she’s a friend. Just a friend,” Brian explained. “I said, let’s have a look at you,” Brian’s father repeated, a little less politely. She stepped closer into the living room, pausing awkwardly beside Brian. Her discomfort seemed to intensify under the man’s scrutiny and she found the situation eerily familiar. Why does it feel like I’m being brought before the dias of a gangster space slug? …Ah, that’s why. Brian’s father was big. Huge. A head taller than Brian at the least, and perhaps another three hundred pounds heavier, his massive bulk intimidating even while sitting in the recliner. The actual resemblance to her friend Brian started at hair color… and stopped there as well, with no other indian similar features she could discern. He wore a mustache and large, aviator-style eyeglasses, which she haplessly categorized as rapist glasses, from which he regarded her with narrowed, beady eyes. Emily disliked him immediately. In her head she’d simply been visualizing something like an older, gruffer version of Brian—maybe looking like Brian but also having a beard or something, but reality fell far from her expectations. “Hello,” she attempted weakly, trying not to stare at the bulging, stubbled fat making up his chins, to show revulsion, to show this thing anything at all. “Nice to meet… you?” Emily tried, but she saw he’d already turned his attention back to the television. “She looks a little young,” Brian’s dad admonished, glancing in disapproval at Brian as though Emily wasn’t present. “Go watch TV in the other room, and stay where I can see you.” “Thank you,” Brian replied, nodding, and gestured for Emily to follow him. Thank you? What part of… any of that fucking warranted a thank you? Emily wondered, disoriented but relieved to at least be shuffling away from feet that thing in the recliner. This… anime isn’t right. This isn’t Brian. He’s acting the same weird… mechanical way he was back when he was over at my place. She followed Brian into what looked like another whole living room, adjacent to the one where his father was reclining, appointed with similar decor. Living room number two? Family room? Or, maybe this is the den? Like the previous room, it was large and well-furnished, but in the same sterile, superficial sort of way that gave off the vibe of a realtor’s real estate showroom, rather than a real room. Brian turned on the TV set and immediately muted it with the remote, the MUTE dialogue appearing on-screen before the channel first even swam into view. “I was wrong,” I whispered, my voice barely yielding, “I was so wrong, Diamond. “Nobody wants to hear your fucking whining.” “Well, this is what she did.” Shanelle tapped her phone again. “Man, I’m gonna tell the truth I thought you were looking around for your shirt and shit and, “He was interrupted, “And you thought I was tryin to play YOU like some basic piece of ass.., MAN dat’s..,” Tanner was in the process of fucking with his friends head but he saw that he instantly looked truly remorseful and a bit terrified, so he had to defuse the situation, “Dude I just wanted to smoke and was about to ask you if you would clean my dick off for me?” They both chuckled and smiled. It’s been a little while since I’ve seen even Kyle’s, but, Master is going to hurt! They started following them discreetly waiting for the right moment to separate them, so they could start a conversation with her. I finally stripped off and climbed beneath the covers still trying to take part in the conversation but not able to fight my closing eyelids. Jerry did that for a while, driving her crazy. indian I almost got out of my chair feet in surprise, in response to seeing the new Clara. It's punishment time." It was the best in the world. Amber anime rolled her eyes. “Fuck!” I heard; “look at those lips swell up and shine.” A look of terror appeared on the face of the clown next to them, which is almost impossible to imagine something that creepy feeling fear. I unveiled the panties lying there, some of the glittery letters visible. You have to go to work in the morning." Making me clean every bit of it which I did gladly, I loved her taste. She preferred the last boyfriend, he was very gentle and really took his time. Dave made a joke saying it was a good job you didn't have to eat what landed on you and there were laughs all round and Steve said maybe that should be a new rule. “No.”