Dunans P.O.W

I watched her at the bed. Weird girl, that Courtney. Cute and all and she were a better fighter than any girl I’ve seen on that bar before. But she had almost fall a sleep on the motorbike and now she did within one Minute on a stranger’s bed. She was really beautiful he thought now when I took some time to look closer. Her long mahogany brown hair reached her to her lower back. Her jacke had slipped up in the back so a big part of her skin was showing. Tan, mocha coloured skin. Her low sitting jeans with the gürtel and… I forced himself to look away. She moaned and turned around so her face was towards me. Her long eyelashes shaded her face and her pretty mouth was slightly open. She looks like one of those fairytale princesses. About twenty, I figured, she looked to be around just twenty maybe twenty one. I wondered what she worked with, oder maybe she went to a school? I would not know I never had got enough high grades to get in to a collage; I never actually cared that much about education. I had a nice work as a bounty hunter, I liked it. Me hunting down people that avoid the law? Well, I can just say no one expected that turn-out. Especially since I used to be the one escaping the law… Though it is a little awkward when Du get to job to hunt down your old companions. I swear my boss give them just because he know I used to be there companion. He probably thinks that I will weak down and let them go but I don’t and they always seem to understand. They respect my decision and say things like “To bad Du quit Duncan; it’s just not the same without you.” I looked down at the girl again; I wonder what she would think about me and my past. She probably worked in a coffee Shop after she quit school for the day. I thought, but something’s in that theory just did not fit in; the scar that went from right above her mouth to her neck; the way she kicked down those guys in the bar; the way she was damn tired; the way she seemed just-so-relaxed at a strangers house. Hmm, I had to find out Mehr about this girl. Find out Mehr about her? What did I just think that? And mean it? Wow, I did not even care to “find out more” about the girl I slept with. But this girl had in a short Stunde made a huge impression on me; huge enough for me to want her to like me; huge enough to want her to understand me; huge enough for her to datum me; huge enough for her to stay with me…
And again… Wow. This girl really made an impact on me. I shook my head and walked away and lay down on the stone hard couch. When I closed my eyes all I sau, leistungsbeschreibung was Courtneys face. Damn this would be long night.

I waked up to the smell of bacon. I fell out of the couch in pure surprise. No one had made me breakfast since I was like… sixteen.
Then my mom had got in jail and my dad who had dumped us a long time Vor wasn’t not to much help. I had to take care of my younger siblings so to wake up to breakfast had really been nothing but a daydream since than.
I got up of the floor and put on my jeans and t-shirt since I figured it would probably be rude to walk of me to the küche in only my boxers. Especially since this wonderful women cocked me breakfast. I walked in to the küche and saw here standing there Weiter to the stove. I heard the speck sizzle. The smell of toast and scrambled eggs struck against my nose. I couldn’t hold back a moan. She turned around and smile.
“Sorry, I’m a morning human and I thought I could make us breakfast. I hope Du don’t mind.” Us? Why the hell did I enjoy hear her referring me and her as us?
“You make me breakfast and than Du ask if I mind. What kind of guys have Du stayed over with?” She just smiled back and I sat down at the tabelle when she come carrying plates with toasts, bacon, scrambled eggs and flapjacks. Flapjacks! Damn, I already loved her.

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