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Jane burst through the door confronting Michael face to face. Michael
couldn't believe it. He thought that Jane would never do something like this but the time was upon him. He had to speak. But the words. What were the words? What could he say? His mind was reeling and then...... |
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no gamail - he had pants ... no shirt
 ...before he could speak a calm washed over him. What was there to say? He could see it all. The pain, the lies, the truth of it .. all there to see. He turned as she ran after him .... |
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Sorry Art my eyes are going bad...lol.....Did he turn towards her or
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he is leaving ... nothing to say ... she runs after him
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He slows his pace.....to let her catch up to him
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he was curious about what she could possibly say. He looked at her and
no longer recognized the face looking back at him. How could he not have seen it? The tears ... she starts with the tears ... it is her thing. Not this time he vowed to himself. Not this time. He left her standing in the doorway ... stunned ... she had gone too far this time. He got on his motorcycle and sped off in a daze ... |
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Why do I always get myself in these situations he asks himself?
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and there she stood in the rain tears rolling down her face
slowly she turned and took one final look at road he travelled off on then she went in side and wondered when the milk man would make his morning delevery he always cheerd her up ...... |
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But that was another story.....for another day
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a few miles down the road, Michael stops at a road side truck stop. He
orders a coffee and pulls out a map. He took a dime out of his pocket and flicked it between his thumb and forefinger. Vegas.... he muttered. It landed on Vegas. Why not he said to himself. He tossed a couple of bucks on the counter and left before his coffee arrived. A full tank of gas and an open road ... I hope they have short memories in Vegas he thought ... a smile crossed his lips... |
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so they both retired to a nearby bar and got stoned out of their minds
on rum. |
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Last time he was in Vegas....he had to leave town in a hurry, rushing to
beat the daylight. |
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As being a vampire really...
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He had no choice
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When suddenly.......OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!
(scary music in the background) 
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He wasn't always a vampire. He just picked the wrong girl-it was the
story of his life ... always the wrong girl... |
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He was looking for someone he could really get his teeth into
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Why oh why did he offer her his neck that first time?
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It was a strange sensation ... pain, pleasure...oh so erotic. He was
caught up in the moment he didn't even realize when the playful nibbling turned savage. Intoxicating she was... |
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Then he realized if he was a fireman he should be putting out fires...
Instead he had started one! |
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