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    Greenwich – (Chapter: I Think I Just Did)

    Story written on July 5, 2007 by crew1124.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=15037
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    God, you’d rather die before letting yourself feel, wouldn’t you?

    Chapter 8- I Think I Just Did

    Spencer was numb from the inside out, and it wasn’t even that she couldn’t feel—It’s that suddenly, without ample warning or word, she felt too much—She was suffocating. It had been four days since the episode at the Carlin mansion, 96 hours since the kiss, 5,760 minutes marking the apocalypse of her perfectly crafted reality. See, Spencer wasn’t only confused—She was mentally undone. In the seven years following her thirteenth birthday, she had learned the intricacies of self sufficiency, become proficient in surviving without the trifles that plagued the ordinary, that bit at the ankles of the unexceptional: See, Spencer had conditioned herself to not feel love, to never recognize nurturing; She had built up an immunity to every variety of affection, all the time thinking, every day brazenly assuming, she was molding herself into the perfect person, rendering herself untouchable. But now it seemed her greatest strengths had pivoted and reversed themselves, leaving her naked, stripped, with only weaknesses to show.

    “Baby…That was amazing,” A voice rasped, husky and low, thick with the aftermath of arousal.

    This is what Spencer did—This is how she medicated. But, right now, Heather (or was it Mary Ellen? Both were brunettes with spectacular tits) was too close, or perhaps the room was just becoming too small, either way, disregarding what exactly it was, Spencer thought she was going to vomit.

    “You need to leave,” she stated coldly, not bothering to look at the sweaty body that lay motionless, pleasantly exhausted, in her bed.

    “I thought you said I could spend the—“

    “I lied. Get out.”

    The coldness with which she said this was frightening, even to herself. Nevertheless, Mary Ellen (Spencer was now quite convinced it was Mary Ellen—Heather had a rounder breasts) was up and gone, dragging her clothes in a heap behind her, probably weighing the repercussions of getting dressed in Spencer’s room versus clothing her nude body in dark confines of her car as far riskier.

    This is what it had been like for days—countless fucks—nameless fucks—some of which she couldn’t even remember. Spencer, each time harboring a little hope, holding onto the idea that this just might be it—that this time it would make all the pain go away. Because, as much as Spencer Carlin hated to admit it, she was dying a little on the inside. Yes, as much as Spencer Carlin tried to ignore it, there was one scene playing on repeat like an old movie in her head, one kiss still lingering on her still trembling lips, and one girl, regardless of any amount of alcohol, regardless of all amounts of sex, constantly on her mind and it was tearing her apart.

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    3. Oh, please. I don’t think it possible for you to churn out anything even resembling a bad chapter. It was on par with all the other ones and all the other ones are on a par far above the average. I loved this chapter and I’ll love the one after that, and the one after that, and into eternity…or at least until you conclude this story. And then I will come to your residence and demand some answers. The language was beautiful, walking that brilliant line between poetry and prose, and I anxiously await the next chapter. No more doubt, you’re a God.

    5. I didn’t hate this chapter at all. I think that you are a phenomenal writer and should quit beating yourself up. I love this story and would hate it if you gave up on it. So please, continue on…PMS

    7. let me just get this out there…..hold on i’m taking a deep breath for this one……….this is the fucking best story its like right up ther with goaskalice whom i personally love……you have a real talent for language. it sucks u in and capatures ur attention u are doing a great job with this …..okay now i’m done……

    9. i agree with everyone else that read this fic.. it was great… wasnt as long as i would’ve hoped…lol.. but great anyways… i really like all the emotion u bring to this fic… seriously ur ability to portray the characters and what they’re feeling is amazing. The witty banter that is guaranteed to be in every post is absolutely wonderful… everytime i see this fic, i get a smile and click it as fast as possible… so update as often as possible… meaning now…lol

    12. Oh, please. I don’t think it possible for you to churn out anything even resembling a bad chapter. It was on par with all the other ones and all the other ones are on a par far above the average. I loved this chapter and I’ll love the one after that, and the one after that, and into eternity…or at least until you conclude this story. And then I will come to your residence and demand some answers. The language was beautiful, walking that brilliant line between poetry and prose, and I anxiously await the next chapter. No more doubt, you’re a God.

    14. I didn’t hate this chapter at all. I think that you are a phenomenal writer and should quit beating yourself up. I love this story and would hate it if you gave up on it. So please, continue on…PMS

    16. let me just get this out there…..hold on i’m taking a deep breath for this one……….this is the fucking best story its like right up ther with goaskalice whom i personally love……you have a real talent for language. it sucks u in and capatures ur attention u are doing a great job with this …..okay now i’m done……

    18. i agree with everyone else that read this fic.. it was great… wasnt as long as i would’ve hoped…lol.. but great anyways… i really like all the emotion u bring to this fic… seriously ur ability to portray the characters and what they’re feeling is amazing. The witty banter that is guaranteed to be in every post is absolutely wonderful… everytime i see this fic, i get a smile and click it as fast as possible… so update as often as possible… meaning now…lol

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