MYSTERIOUS LOVER #1: FALCONE

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wn my body. It seemed as though the blood flowing through its veins was movi

shocked if t

my eyes. When he came to s

. An interval of reason. There was a time when my thoughts t

ained silent. He would go with the same l

e'd never

to do. That was a wise decis

sidering it. I consider

mine, he pulled me into him, I opened my lips to talk, and be

nk for the n

lt. I fe

I felt w

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to move into the roo

remained silent. It was strange. There was

there were such a thing, seeing my mysterious lover dress himself was like witnessing a fierce, masculine danc

Metro Manila, and they're all receiving their own solo show. That was enough to screw with my brain, along with the

in revealing any mor

ing around the back, and he kissed my hip tenderly, his lips skimming across my flesh, ma

n the pillow. His body went in that way, his fingers slid under

girl," he s

I said

lips caressed the area behind my

ingle as well, causing m

lankets up to

rned and w

r opening and closing. He had just l

's i

or a long. My body was warm, satiated, and

lankets about my nude body,

n know what

id, "I'm su

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P T E

uter at my home off

dlines, and I hadn't even started the job yet. I worked as a contract edit

ypes of clothing and sought them; else, bad things may happen. I am addicted to

, had to be

part of the labor. My pal Enrico worked on other projects. I should clarify that I h

me Depot, Lowe's, and other retailers did not march into my home and announce,

merous, often daydream-like

resting on my knee, and my eyes fixed on the window. He professed his eternal love for me because I was smarter, funnier, more mysterious, seductive, and fascinating. I

y least, give

any of those; instea

come nice, was interrupted when my doorbell w

hange for a six-pack and a handmade pizza. Though I had originally planned to contact my Dad, I changed my min

e it, so there were dust rags, paint brushes, power tools, not-so-power tools, cans and tubes of practically everything, all of which were disorganized

unded by two slender walls that were ea

ss was my downfa

, around six months and two weeks before I met my Mysterious Lover, no

s expression

raised his eyes to the sky. He prayed for

ss purchase

ally listened to m

e window and noticed Arlene, my

h

Holy shit

ised me. What on earth is she h

f Isabelle and Arlene jumped me, tied me to the stairwell, and looted my house. This was how Isabelle and Arl

ractive, if she used a lighter touch with the black eyeliner and blush, and her

she said, a

I loved my neighbors; they didn't need a ten thirty in the morning,

lked to stand between it and t

, trying to seem nice

is Isabelle her

nt her entir

rd to keep my ey

" I

urned to face me and yelled, "Isabelle! Witch, if you'r

ice down, Arl

ck and jumped on

u crazy, foolish witch!

le isn't here. Isabelle is never here. So shut up and l

ifted her hand, pointing her finger at me, thumb extended upwards, then hooked her

tening the snot out of me, I would have taken a time to t

n the one genuine gift I knew

boots, and muttered softly, "D-e-a-d, dead. You a

ause it was commonly asked and the

in any sort

er hand, made the gun sound effect, and aimed her finger at my hea

motorcycle jacket, a short, tattered jeans skirt, black fishnet tights, and motorcycle boots, all of which are illegal in some countr

nd effect sounded in my re

Shit