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The devils eye ran down my neck, resting on my clavical, drool dripping from his puckered lips. My thighs ran with sweat, my heart barely contained by my chest. the roughness of his gaze combined with his scent drove me insatiably wild.
Crawling on hands and knees. Wound dripping that water, that precious fluid bound with iron and colored red into the sand. Mouth gritty, filled with sand. but he doesnt care. hes already dead, his body just needs to catch up.
Burnished columns soared above lewis' head. the air stirred with motes of dust, seen through the angles sunbeams shining through stain glass windows. But his attention was on the puddle of red slowly spreading from his fathers prone body.
A slight tweak of his hand and the coin disappeared, as though into thin air. the children looked on in rapture, and suddenly the magician pulled the coin out of another child's ear, dropped it into his hand, and flourished his cloak in a bow.
Halfway to the plate bill saw the catcher. she had thrown her mask away and a cascade of raven silk clung to her sweaty brow. he caught her eye and she was startled at his rugged handsomeness. so startled in fact, she was killed by the incoming ball meant to be caught.
"well now", said shane, "when are we going to drop jim off?" Maria looked at him with her huge brown eyes, and said with a coy smile "why, i think we could simply open the trunk and let him out on his own."
Melvins last ball fell from the fixed post at the end of the stone court. his throw had landed perfectly, and he was rewarded with 13 standard points. he now has the chance to score and addition 50 spec. points, if he can make the suicide throw.
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