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JASMINE 844-332-2639 ext 262

You are frightened, quivering with fear though you cannot say why. You have this creeping terror, these cumulative shudders. It is Friday the 13th, silly superstition, you tell yourself dismissively. You are on edge, that is all. It is the stress of your crumbling marriage, that dull as dishwater wife of yours who alternately ignores you or tells you what you are doing wrong, the boss getting on your back again. That is the mantra you repeat in your head to try to banish your fear.

But you are right to be afraid for on Friday the 13th, creatures such as I gain strength and walk abroad to prey upon unsuspecting fools like you. And I am like no other creature you have ever known or will ever know again. You left your window open, darling. You should not have done that for I require no invitation and I have been watching and wanting you for awhile now. Wanting to fuck you, to possess you, to own you, body and soul.

Rhianna 844-332-2639 ext. 253

Jeff was sitting alone at the bar, his expression a mixture of angst and fear. His hair was disheveled and it looked like he hadn’t shaved in a few days. “A seltzer with a slice of fresh lemon” I said to the bartender taking a seat next to my pigeon. Jeff looked over at me not saying a word. “Not in the mood to talk huh Jeff?”

My drink came and I said to the bartender, “Thanks lover, put it on Silent Sam’s tab over here okay?” I took a sip, it was cold and crisp. “The pause that refreshes right Jeff? What are you having, something nice and feminine like a Strawberry Daiquiri?” He didn’t seem amused.
“You can’t get away with this,” Jeff said. “This is like a damn shake down!” Letting a little laugh slip out, I said, “Actually Jeff, that’s exactly what it is. And I can and will get what I want. You see I always get what I want.” I took another sip of my drink. “Face it girlfriend, I own you.”

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