Thank you tiny carYou hate relying on your sister for anything, but since the raid is in less than an hour you know you need the soda fast. Also, Claire will be there. The girls pile in the car, and you wedge yourself between Claire and the door. It's a tight squeeze and you like it.
As the car goes down the road, you can't help but bump against her and every breath you take in is filled with her scent. Your eyes slowly close as you sink into ecstasy. Time, movement, and the entire world fade away as you are consumed with passion. She seems to notice a difference in your breathing and shakes your leg to make sure you're okay. Do you open your eyes, tell her you're fine, and converse with her or do you just stay silent, drowning in her scent and enjoying her touch?
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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Doing some reps on the water bottle huh. I prefer bench press myself. Just kidding - stay hydrated.
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