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    Round the Bend 3

     

     

    Trish drove. She liked to drive fast. I asked her calmly to slow down.

     

     

    “Sweetie slow down…..”

     

    “They’re such snobs…..I’m 33 years old I shouldn’t have to take this….”

     

    “They will come around…..they think I’m after your money.”

     

    “You think?”

     

    “Sure…..little do they know all I want from you is sex….”

     

    “Shane……stop…that…”

     

    “Slow down….drive like normal person….then I’ll think about it.”

     

    “Darling….I am so sorry they….just…they…it was hard enough with doing this….what I do….I’ve been modeling since I was 17…..and I think they resent me sometimes….”

     

    “Cause you grew up without them?”

     

    “Yes…….”

     

     

     

    She slowed down and we just cruised till we got home.

     

     

     

     

    Chapter 12

      

     

     

     

    One night some night after I moved in with Tricia. It’s a nice night so we take a walk. I know that night I know that I am in love with Tricia. I have said my goodbye’s to my old life. I had gotten these really neat tattoos on my arms the insides of my arms; I get them to cover who I use to be. I get them before I move in, and a few days after Trish and I make love for the first time.

     

    On that night on our walk. I am filled with this sense of promise. I am filled with this idea that I had been given a second chance. We are walking in her neighborhood our neighborhood when this fucking stalking paparazzi guy jumps out of the bushes and takes our picture. Before I can stop myself I have the guy, a weasel of a guy in a choke hold. Trish is yelling for me to stop, she is yelling for me to let him go, I can hear in her voice that she is shocked by what I had done. I let him go and break his camera. He screams about the law suit he is going to file, about how there was no way he was going to let it go and I pull him close and threaten to follow every single member of his family, to his wife’s job, to his fathers, and so on and so on. I feel super good. I look at Trish and I should feel super wrong.

    Comments

    1. Really appreciate you posting this. Would love to hear you reconsidering your self imposed ‘retirement’. I like your dark style, it’s actually refreshing as a change up from the usual stories in here. Don’t suppose you would ever consider a happy Sharmen ending? lol. Not that it matters, I will still look out for new fic from you in case you do decide to write (and post) again. Take care NDF! :)

    2. you are fucking crazyyyy you trully are…. i mean i pray to god that you come back and when you do you do not one update but a full story… and you killllllll shane and crmen lol u are the only writer i would let kill does two lol fucking crazy as always but so fucking good! you cant stop now… u just cant cuz… you love writing and hell we sure like reading it… so… dont say good bye one more time i dont think i can take it~

    3. WOW!!!!!!!!!! So fucking dark and tragic as always. It was really really good!It would be fantstic if you would stick around and continue to write!!!LOVE!

    4. Great to see you back for however long it is! Thanks for posting this and keeping us all in touch with your alt universe. I really appreciate all your versions of “imperfect” Shane and Carmen.

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