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Regina's Revenge
Regina "The Vagina" Manning had never been invited to or thrown any parties in high-school. Why she would've hosted a dinner party just before Greenville High's class of '11's ten year reunion was anybody's guess.Chelsea frowned as she re-read the invitation aloud. "You are cordially invited to a special dinner at the home of Regina Manning," she quoted. "Dinner will be served at 6:30pm RSVP by May 10th 2021、" Chelsea pursed her rose pink lips as she turned to face her husband, Chad."She must've sent this to the wrong address," she said. "Regina knew we didn't like her. Why would she have us o...
The perfect cup
Rebecca stood in the kitchen, tears streaming her cheeks and a solid resolve were the only things keeping her out of bed. She opened the first cabinet and pulled out a fancy wooden box with a glass top. On the top, he’d etched the word tea in eloquent script, and she gently traced her finger over the word. Noah had bought her this storage box one Christmas when they’d first married. It was a silly thing, but the most thoughtful of the gifts he’d ever given her. She’d had a love for tea from an early age and often tried new flavors or brands in search of the perfect cup. It had always managed ...
Lair Lair Pants Designer
“Oh my gawd! I love your dress!” The tall slender brunette slurred as she came crashing out www.onedoor.ccof the middle stall, “I have to have it. Who’s the designer?!”“Oh um” I stammered from the sink, honestly trying to find a good answer. Before I could fully respond her hands found the buttons down the back and made surprisingly quick work of them. “WHOA WHOA! Hold your horses sister!” I shout turning in a circle to escape her grabby paws. She barked out a laugh and grabbed my shoulders “Chill out sister” she dragged out the word like a snake “I’m just trying to find the tag!” “How about you don’t and ...
Keep You Safe
I open my eyes. It’s 2:24 AM. This has happened before. Many times, actually. It plays out like a movie I’ve seen before. I’m aware that I’m not in control, I’m just a spectator watching the same things happen, at the same time, over and over again. I turn over in bed and glance at my sleeping husband. Pete is snoring gently as usual. I slip away from underneath his arm and get out of bed. When I stand up, I am wearing a long white nightgown that almost touches the floor. I leave the room as quietly as I can, careful not to let the door creak. I pass the mirror in the upstairs hallway and catc...