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La Mer
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“No…I uh, it’s um… I just have a poster of you on my wall back in California and to be here right now seeing you…knowing your ok….well your gonna be ok. Cause we gonna fix you up…you and me…a team.”
Suddenly the things where looking up.
So my life was going great. I had a lady for every day of the week. I was almost done with school. My job as a physical therapist paying my way in the land down under. The weather was fantastic. I had no worries. My broken heart was back in California and all the useless dyke drama that went with living out there. I don’t know why I picked this strange place but it’s been almost a year and I didn’t think about Sara or the way she tried to break my heart into a million jagged peices.
After getting back from a therapy session with Mr. Wilson, I found my beautiful Sara knee deep in a threesome in my house on my bed. She thought it would be ok to start without me, without even asking if she could start with me in the first place. So the scholarship was looking better and better and moving away from her and her crazy drug life was a plus. I packed my shit and left. And it wasn’t a bad move in any way shape or form.
So flash to seven months ago and I am on Blaire’s yaught watching the Fosters invitational. Wondering why they would host an event in waters swarming with Bull Sharks. If you watch discovery channel like I did you would know that Bull Sharks are number 1 on the most dangerous shark list. But they combed the area and deemed it safe to go.
My favorite surfer was in town and I had to see her. Carmen Morales was the hottest chic I had ever seen but she was taken by some yuppie chic from New York. Carmen was cool because she didn’t care about anything but the sea. I know, I read it in all the surf mags. She was a free spirit and that was all I could have asked for from Sara who was a model and a coke head.
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Hey I havent read this yet, but I wanted to say I was just listening to NIN’s La Mer on my ride home from work about 10 minutes ago. I dunno, it’s kinda weird now that this is the title of your new story, but I like it! I can’t wait to read it.
very new twist, I love it. Your writing style is so pleasing I knew I was going to like it before I even read it.
Yes! I am loving this new fic of yours! You have a great flair for writing first person narrations. And this story premise is ingenious!!! I love the fact that you blur the “Shane’s the pants and Carmen’s the skirt” line that alot of other fics seem to hold on to! I am hooked onto this fic too, so I am going to be greedy and say, POST BOTH YOUR STORIES SOON!!!~~~
I likey! This is different. You have a nice, breezy style.
I basically love everything that you write…like this. I hope you continue this soon!
Awesome! im hooked already. Please continue :)
Fuckin’ awesome, Baby-girl!!! Please update both of your stories!!!! I’m so hooked and I give you like an infinite number of stars and thumbs up!!!! You go and do your ‘thang’, Babe and like always from me, LYLAS ;-p
Shane’s last name is spelled McCutcheon.
“…everyone is doing the 9 to 5 barely clinging to life….” I fucking hate that line. I hate it because I’m a 9-to-5er, and that line is the goddamn truth. Weird thing is I love it for the exact same reason. As for the rest of the story, I’m diggin’ it too. I thought the beginning was all Shane, but, surprise, it was Carmen; that’s when I knew you were writing another fresh keeper.