I found her sleeping next to me in her gray pajamas, the ones she wore only when I was there. Her back was towards me, unmoving. Her blonde hair, tangled on her pillow and sheets. I stared at her, wishing she would hold me.
"I bet you sleep completely clothed." She mocked me be pulling up her socks to her knees. "I bet you even sleep in your socks." She lit her cigarette, blowing the smoke in my direction. I inhaled deeply, savoring each particle, saving the smell on my tongue. "You guessed it, I sleep in my socks. It's fucking hot." I winked at her, getting closer to her neck. "You know, Aimee, maybe you should sleep naked. I think that would be even hotter." "True, but what's the point when I sleep alone."
I woke up in my Christmas Angel panties and the black shirt I was wearing from the night before. The smell of her cigarettes and laundry soap permeated into my oily hair. I watched her for a bit, wondering what she dreamed about, wondering if she dreamt about me. Her cat clawed my toes, jealous that I took her space. "Hey Smuckerhead." "What's up Ault?" "We need to go to our meeting." "Do you think anyone will show up?" "Abby will because she was pissed that I stayed over." "Yeah, if this doesn't get her to go down on me, I don't know what will."
"I bet you sleep completely clothed." She mocked me be pulling up her socks to her knees. "I bet you even sleep in your socks." She lit her cigarette, blowing the smoke in my direction. I inhaled deeply, savoring each particle, saving the smell on my tongue. "You guessed it, I sleep in my socks. It's fucking hot." I winked at her, getting closer to her neck. "You know, Aimee, maybe you should sleep naked. I think that would be even hotter." "True, but what's the point when I sleep alone."
I woke up in my Christmas Angel panties and the black shirt I was wearing from the night before. The smell of her cigarettes and laundry soap permeated into my oily hair. I watched her for a bit, wondering what she dreamed about, wondering if she dreamt about me. Her cat clawed my toes, jealous that I took her space. "Hey Smuckerhead." "What's up Ault?" "We need to go to our meeting." "Do you think anyone will show up?" "Abby will because she was pissed that I stayed over." "Yeah, if this doesn't get her to go down on me, I don't know what will."
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And if my clain started three months later cal now sends out $430 i think per week. next year it goes to about $500 per week i think as they try to slowly raise it.
but you see i still sort of obsess with it.
the animation IS cool! a friend set it up because i just don't have the program or smarts to do it myself yet?
[Edited on Jul 08, 2003]