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In the early evening they made their way back to her home. By this time I was.. how can I explain this feeling? I was.. on fire. I remember my leather driving gloves being so drenched in sweat that they had to be painstakingly removed. On the way back to my beach house I just threw them out of the window. I had loved those gloves. Unbeknownst to her, she had committed yet another crime. The punishment would be relentless. And I would break her, like these pacific waves breaking against the wind.
I spent the next two weeks making the proper arrangements. All of my old equipment had to be discarded. I wanted the tools of my trade to be virgin. Unblemished, like her perfect skin. The hours in the workshop passed quickly. Every now and then I would stretch my muscles by softly dancing amongst my wares. All the time I could see those eyes. Waltzing with me. So close. So close now...
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4 years ago
good part 3