Jul 29, 2016
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“yeah, WELL, you know how this town t a l k s. never know what’s the TRUTH and what’s f a n t a s y.”
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@gcntlcman liked for a starter !!
“yeah, WELL, you know how this town t a l k s. never know what’s the TRUTH and what’s f a n t a s y.”
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“Alex...?” She was at the door to his motel suite. She had heard the screaming and was promptly awoken from her Valium induced dream state. Her brow knit together in genuine concern as her soft knuckles rapped against the door. “You okay in there...?”
@gcntlcman; adult!roxanne.
“Can I help you?” She had hardly pushed the door open ajar to see the stranger before the threshold of her seedy motel room. She was conducting her seance and palm readings in the Pink Flamingo Motel Suites for now until she could find more suitable accommodations. She gently furled her brow. He didn’t look like a customer. Sudden realization set in. Her eyes widened her right eye fighting to do so due to the purple and charcoal bruise settling under it. Could he be with the authorities? “I-If this is about those customers that came in last week... I-I didn’t give them those scratches.”
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Each raindrop that poured down from the steely sky felt like a blade on Claire’s exposed skin, and for the first time in her life, she wished she’d left her Louboutins in her closed at home for something more sensible. Still surefooted as an Icelandic pony, the redhead sprinted across the street into the nearest building, her papery lavender blouse plastered to her body.
Some vacation this was. According to Masrani, she took time off so rarely that it had built up to an unmanageable amount, thus making it mandatory for her to leave her beloved job for a week . To “do some soul searching” the tycoon had put it. As far as Claire was concerned, her heart and soul were at the park, and that was where they were going to stay no matter how long Simon wanted her to stay away.
Then again, she wasn’t exactly having a relaxing break. Sighing morosely, she sat down next to a stranger and began to wring out her hair in her handkerchief. She hoped Masrani was happy.