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Megan returned to me with a fresh pair of my typical outfit of open-toed shoes with cleats, a navy green tactical vest with ten or so pockets, and deep blue, baggy jeans -of course briefs and ankle-length socks- then left the room. I got dressed and signaled Megan back into the room for a private conversation. I tapped the bed next to me so she can sit, hoping she doesn’t feel threatened. She looked at me playfully yet confused. I simply began with, “Who are you… Who are you really?” she looked down at her lap and replied, “So you found out already… I’m so bad at impersonations.” “Uh… Not really, I just guessed, but who are you?” I responded. “I’m surprised you haven’t changed a bit. So random yet sharp so naïve yet the smartest person I’ve ever met. Don’t you recognize me?” She asked. I merely looked at her clueless and shook my head even though I already had an idea of who it is. She looked up at me with a comical face and said, “It’s me, Trixie!” I looked at her puzzled and said, “Who?” Megan, or Trixie, nearly fell off the bed from shock to my response. She looked at me angrily then grew calm again and said, “Trixie Walker. Trixie Walker from military training. Ring a bell?” I replied, “Uh… No…” She looked down, blushed and said, “The one that you… Caught peeping while you were in the sho--” “Oh! You! Yeah I remember now!” I interrupted. “yeah…” She replied. “Well… What are you… Gah!” I exclaimed. “What’s wrong?” She asked. I merely covered my mouth which was now wide open. She put a hand on my shoulder and said, “What’s going on? Did you bit your tongue? Did you chi--” “You KISSED me! AND sucked my blood out!?!? What’s wrong with you?” I interrupted. She looked away and said, “Oh… Yeah… Sorry, I couldn’t help it. You were just so… Mm. And your body was so… Beaten. And I… Mm. I just had to have you, and they taught us in training to seize the opportunity so it was all natural instinct by then.” Trixie was rubbing her biceps, grinning and her face was as red as a cherry. I stared at her confused, disgusted, angry, yet turned on all at once. Trixie’s gaze slid to me. I quickly looked away and said, “What’s done is done, moving on!” I turned back and prepared to speak when Trixie’s face came close to mine fast. My heart nearly stopped and my face flushed red. Trixie’s face was filled with lust and longing. I already knew what was coming but I didn’t have the heart to hurt her anymore than I already have. Trixie rested her palm on my cheek and stroked it with her thumb. I closed my eyes not from anticipation, but in denial. Trixie’s lips approached mine. I can feel her lips barely brush against mine when the door was kicked open. I open my eyes and turn my gaze over to the door and see none other than Sherriah standing, awestruck at the door. She took two steps back and slammed the door angrily. I stood up slowly and walked after her not noticing that I’m dragging Trixie along with me as she hangs with her arms locked around my neck.
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 resangan1 · Sat Jul 16, 2011 @ 12:46am · 0 Comments |
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