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“Matt Swagger, we need you to
help track down an assassin who plans on shooting the president from a
great distance with a high powered rifle.” said a man in black.
The lights were turned on and I could see a swarm of FBI agents in the
room, all with their guns drawn at me. I quickly jumped out of the
window. There was an uncommon snow storm happening in the city and I
whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh
and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was
rare, but I thought, “Nah, forget it. Yo, holmes to Bel-Air!” The
driver looked back in confusion and stared deep into my soul. In the
distance I could see a semi-truck coming towards the cab. I tried to
free myself but the seatbelt wouldn't unclick, the doors were
permanently locked. I could see the black cab driver laughing and
mocking me. As the truck collided straight into the cab, I yelled, “YOU
FUCKING NIGGER!”
It turns out, I was Courtney's dad. Please
ignore the rest of the story:
As she was laying down, I stood up
and reached to kiss her. Without delay or second thought, she extended
both her arms towards the back of my head and we both closed our eyes.
The last image before I planted a kiss on her were her beautiful, light
brown eyes and nose. A pop kiss turned into a seconds-long kiss, and
soon turned into us laying on top of each other, making out.
I
interrupted and quickly asked her, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
She completely ignored my question and with a silent yes she began to
keep kissing me. I would never have noticed that she never kissed,
because she was amazingly talented at it. I was sitting below her and
she was directly on top of me, I could feel all of her body parts: legs,
feet, hands, breasts, thighs, touch mine. |