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I’m sure he’s going to kiss me, and maybe it’s the wine or the fun I’m having, but I’m not completely panicking at the prospect. Then he shocks the hell out of me, he steps back. ‘We should get back. It’s late.’ The way I’m feeling now is kind of hard to explain. You know how when you’re just drifting off to sleep, into a really fabulous dream, and your whole body jerks awake? It feels like that, only worse because now we have to walk home coated in the awkwardness of our almost kiss. He won’t. But eventually I just plonked down on the grass alongside a tallpoplar tree in my frillies, forgetting all that I had been told aboutdecorum. Tom and Graham having deserted me were now busily enjoying themselvessquealing and shouting along with the girls as their colourful dressesfluttered gaily in the wind and they skipped and dashed from theswings, perhaps over to the slide and on to the roundabout or endingup paired up for a game of piggy-back jousting. But eventually they allended up on. I felt the creatures face close to mine, the hot fetid breath pulsing against my cheeks. I could see it's fiery eyes burning through my tears. I could sense anger, but did not understand why. For a long while nothing happened. The pain started to subside, replaced by just a fierce heat. I feared that I had in some way been permanently mutilated, but had not the courage to find out, so just lay there, silent and still. I contemplated escape. Of course I contemplated escape; no human facing fear. She turned as she was drinking, and finally saw Sara, cunt on full display, legs spread wide, sitting on the rock opposite. The redhead choked on the water, and leaned forward, letting it drip down her front.“OH! I’m sorry…didn’t mean to…interrupt.” And she turned back to her pack and started to pick it up.“No, no, it’s okay. This is Sara. Sara, say hello.”“H…hello,” she said in a quivering voice. Her arms were twitching as if she wanted to cover herself.“Keep your hands where they are, Sara,”.
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