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| Sunny Delighted | Nov 6 2010, 06:57 PM |
your mom wanted to make sure that her clothes didn’t steal the spotlight from her new haircut so she went with this feather fringed semi-transparent catsuit w/modesty pleather panels in a simple, understated black.
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He likes girls that play sax. Now Ethan, why the hell did you have to go and do that? Feo could understand him using her. This was a game, that was the kind of shit that happened. It was mutal, it was fine. Hell, Feo had been using guys all her life, for her amusement, for cash, to feel better after she failed some damn test. And they never got what they wanted, and she always got want she wanted, because that's just how Feo rolled, damnit. Feo had actually liked a guy once. He was on this island too, somewhere. But he wasn't here, and Ethan was, and if she was being honest with herself . . . She liked guys that liked her. She hoped he was setting her up for a fight because what the fuck was she going to do if she li- she liked Ethan, one them had to die. What now? "Ethan, you just turned us into a fucking Shakespeare play, you know that? This is Sur- fuck it, you know the deal as well I do." She popped some marshmellows in her mouth and chewed hard. He was so damn dumb, carrying her shit and watching her back so he could stab her in the front. That's how it was supposed to work, not this stupid feeling shit. Feo sighed, then straddled Ethan. She pushed his glasses up, then looked him dead (how funny) in his eyes. She spoke softly, but there was a definite edge to her voice. "You want to kill me? Look, here's your chance. If you don't take it, I'm going to have to assume you're not lying. That you like me. So what's it gonna be, Mr. University?" |
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11:31 AM Apr 20