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Of Love and NightmaresShe watched her from the coffee shop, and she did every day. She had discovered this beauty a couple weeks ago, looking through the Mystery section. Barnes & Noble always had wonderful selections, in both their books and their workers. This one had to be new, as she had never seen her before. According to her nametag, she went by Kira. Absolutely gorgeous, slender but lean build, somewhat pale skin, dark hair that she always wore down, reaching her shoulder blades. She was glad they added this Starbucks into the store, it gave her a place to sit casually and keep track of pretty Kira. Or at least the part she was most interested in. For all of Kira's other beautiful features, there was one specifically that attracted her watcher: she had a tendency to wear her pants very low on her hips, and rarely did her shirt reach them.
More often than not, Kira had some skin on display between her tops and her jeans. Usually it was just lower stomach, but sometimes Nikki would get lucky and Kira w
Concave Belly Peril#Inittowinit Concave bellies, Belly Peril, etc.
Julie was walking down the road on one of the hottest days of the year, talking about all things which came up in her mind with her good friend Chelsey. The two of them had been enjoying the summer and all of its spoils; sunbathing in bikinis, jogging in workout bras, going to the gym, buying all manner of short haltertops, just having fun. For the last few summers, the two 19 year olds had been wearing nothing but a wide and evergrowing array of belly-bearing outfits which fitted from just below the navel to just underneath their breasts, and today was by NO means an exception.
“Whew, I LOVE the summer time, but I can’t WAIT until THIS day is finished.” Julie, on this gruelingly hot summer day, wore a black and purple striped croptop which just managed to cover her bra. Her tight jeanshorts were beginning to stiffen from the accumulated sweat and were makin it a bit difficult for her to walk.
The Customer's Always RightSamantha was not happy. She was working the closing shift at the bakery in the local supermarket, and as usual, she could tell she wasn't getting out on time. At the rate she was going, it would probably be about midnight before she finished. Currently, it was about ten-thirty, and she was just starting to clean the big wooden table in the center of the prep area. It was dirtier than usual today, and she grumbled under her breath, scraping off hardened icing, fudge, and the sticky syrup from the cherries.
Once that was done, she crossed to the sink, filling up a bowl with scalding water so she could wipe down the last evidence of the day's work from the table.
"Why the hell can't this table be metal like the rest of them? Because that would be too easy," she growled, scrubbing at the table. "
Moving around to another side, she glanced up at the sales floor. An elderly woman and a younger man were walking around the produce section. Sam frowned. Kind of late for someone that old to be g
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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