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You should get back to your friends.” I looked at her, deep into her eyes. I had a fleeting sense of loss, and I was suddenly sure this would be the last time I looked at her. Knowing about Amber was one thing, but she had found the skeletons in my closet, the proof that no matter how much I claimed otherwise, she was still a huge part of my life. Rachel would disappear, and I would let her go, all debts forgiven, and I would go back to my ghosts. I couldn’t fight back the sadness in my voice as I told her, “Everyone’s downstairs. If you leave now, they won’t see you.” She merely nodded, squeezing my shoulder once as I got up. It was on trembling legs that I left the room, boat aching to run back and hold her, to tell my friends to get the hell out and just be with her. I couldn’t do that, and she didn’t want that. Not now. I could hear and feel my own sadness reflected back in her. Forcing myself to not turn around, not steal one last glance at her, I shut the bedroom door and rejoined my teen friends downstairs. *****Rachel***** I had hurt him. He tried to pretend I didn’t, that it didn’t matter, but I could tell. After the previous stunt I had pulled, throwing his wife back in his face (and seriously, how stupid could I have been? I found out he was married but didn’t dig deep enough to read that his wife had passed away? ) I couldn’t exactly blame him for being mad. Probably thought he had caught me vandalizing her wedding dress. That thought had never even crossed my mind, but now that I think about it, I really have no idea why her wedding dress had caught my eye so much. His closet door had been open just a touch, and I must outdoor have seen a flash of white lace or something, just enough to register as something I wouldn’t expect to see in Alex’s wardrobe, but once I found the dress, I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Until he found me staring at it. The sadness I felt radiating off of him felt toxic. It had seeped into my skin, infected my very core. The way he had walked out of the room, completely emotionless, not even a look back at me. I knew that there was likely nothing I could do to get him back now. Sure, he might let me repay my debt, but no matter how dirty I got for him, how crazy a fantasy I provided, he would never look at me the same again. But how different is that from before anyways? You didn’t care about the dress, you cared about the woman who had last worn it, about the way he looked at her, the way he felt about her. He may boots do some of the same things with you that he did with her, but he’ll never see you the same way. You’ll never tits make him feel like he did when she was around. Suddenly, I knew I had to leave. CRACK! There was a moment of a turning page then Adams answered. I think that it’s difficult because it’s a candle that’s very slippery. Then walked him over to the men's section. When she had finally finished she turned off the water and boat stepped out, patting down her skin with a soft towel. Levi was on her back with me resting on top of her, using her breasts as pillows. “Of course.” She then came down and lay on top of teen me and started rubbing her outdoor body up and down. That’s why I am publishing it here where readers tits can enjoy it. But a couple of the girls pulled my pants down to my ankles so they could get full access boots to everything. And now I would get that chance to eat out Miss Daisy's cunt.