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32 The setup

Date = 16 November

Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)

POV - Damion

I wake up feeling a little squashed and I can’t move. I open my eyes and stare straight at the obstacle.

What the hell? The root of my problem is draped across my legs — topless.

“Holy fucking shit!” I jump up.

The almost naked girl falls over and lands on the floor with a soft moan.

What the fuck? I pinch myself making sure it’s not a dream.

There is a girl … who is not Mel … in my house … only wearing panties. I sneak a peek at the naked breasts glaring at me, the luscious body.

She’s not ugly, I must admit that much, but my dick doesn’t even move. Not one little twitch.

How did she get in here?

Last night, exhausted after two days of grueling training sessions, I fell asleep on my couch, still in my under-racing outfit — thank luck for that I guess.

Frustrated I slam the coffee table top with my palm, waking the girl on the floor. She complains but sits up and grabs her head in her hands.

I’m hungry and tired and
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