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say I left my mark. I took the time to do a once over on the stage, ensuri

ed if I let even one dollar slip away. I need every penny to st

for tonight. I am not one hundred percent sure of the exac

yyyyyy" I shouted, then did a little hop and skip, "let's get ready to partyyyyyy!" I called t

will just be us in-house folks, the girls, the owner John, the DJ, and the few

r. Ron Miller after the party. I am so

lan to work my ass off to become permanent and grow. This firm is

d feel about the club part, but hey, a

an even think much of it—also before I can even make it to my destination, a firm hand grips me by my up

d drags me along

whoever this was, str

's chest and sniffed. It was that cologne I have grown so accustomed to that tobacco

Ron, and if so, why was he

d to ensure the door was locked. Even though I suspected it to be Ron, I doubted it s

grip, but then when I confirmed it was Ron after hearing his voice a

at this behavior, as Ron had never handled me

d from my mouth an

ing? Let go of me," as he is still holding me in a death grip, his body pressed

shitless. I can see in its depths a

, and simply stared at me for a long moment, and

ng at me. I watched him, it was as if he had gone off somewhere else in hi

place, it was dark, and the shadows of everything around us gave a sinister f

ge comfy couch, almost like a bed

repeat and ramble on, "I thought I had more time, I th

WWW, could you do this?" His face contorted into utter sadness, his hands going up to his chest, and he gripped

e do in such heartache and grief, maybe lose their mind, and I t

on enough, Ron continued, "how could you leave me?" He points at himself as he looks at me like

steps as if wait

What can I say to ease his fret about me leaving? Sadl

change my mind

of this? But that might make m

ugh for me, an offer I have no intention of re

wall or zoned out again. Ron knew of my plans when we met

alled you mine, not before I've kissed those soft lips," he moans; then it was like a light bulb wen

he closed the distance between us, grabbed me with both hands, one on ei

tightly, he cups my soft cushy center b

my core. Taking that as an invite, he crashes his lips into mine. He kisses me roughl

o not like this behavior one bit. It is quite a turn-off for me. I imagin

ith Ron; he is sweet, kind, gentle, caring, and thoughtful, and I have thought ab

plans to have my night with Ron.

gotten into you?" I push

he used to palm me, rubbed his face,

ad, I just looked on unimpressed as Ron's nose flared, his tongue jutted ou

mmediately f