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    Secret Love chapter 2


    “OH! MY GOD!!! IS THIS REALLY YOU???”


    “Yes Alice it’s really me! How you’ve been?”


    “Okay I guess! I I Thought you were gone forever! How are you? How was your trip? Did you like it? You didn’t miss a lot here Nothing’s change I am so happy to see you! Come give me a hug! I’ve missed you so much!”


    While Alice is strangling me in happiness I noticed that my friend disappeared


    (We hear a doorbell)


    “I have to welcome some guests but don’t run away we’re not done here I want to know everything!” And Alice goes towards the front door greeting some more party people


    I scan the room if SHE is here. But no luck


    You know, since I’ve been gone I couldn’t stop thinking of her Shane all of these painful times that we been through on each other’s sides made us who we are today and that is why I’m back Because I needed thisI just can’t get you out of my mind!


    Little few people knows that I’m back Marina, Alice, Dana, some of my closest friends, and of course, my family. And you Shane, you certainly don’t know not yet


    I walk (or should I say swim) in the sea of party people that Alice invited at the party Say hello once in a while, get to know chit chat, and scan the rooms one after the others to see if she’s there


    And you are


    I blush, my legs become two pieces of overcooked spaghetti, my mouth is dry I have to go to the bathroom.



    IN THE ALICE’S BATHROOM


    I look at my reflection in the mirror and I think (out loud).


    ” Why Can’t I talk to her? Is it because I’m scared of the reaction she’ll have or is it because you are so free minded libertine ***** me! Am I that stupid? Okay Breathe Deep “


    ” You gonna go out there and face her You gonna go out there and say Hello You gonna go out there and say to her what you wanted to say for the pass 10 years You gonna go out there and tell her that she’s THE ONE, that you love her to death, that want to spend more than one night with her (like you once did) You gonna go out there and tell her that you want to spend the rest of your life with her You gonna go out there and kiss her like you never kissed anyone before You gonna go out there and make her yours For the rest of her life YOU GONNA GO OUT THERE RIGHT NOW!”


    As I step out of the bathroom, one track minded, I see her


    She She’s She’s all over some girl This girl is leaning against the wall and Shane is completely over her, kissing her on her lips, on her neck And she’s grabbing her ***** and her *****


    I’m standing there, mouth wide open, aching, in deep pain, it’s really bad My head is spinning, my legs are shaking I feel so sick


    As I look at this horror movie, the girl that Shane is kissing and obviously having fun with looks at me and smiles She looks at me and passes the tip of her tongue on her own lips, she’s looking at me and bites her own inferior lip She looks at me and caresses Shane’s ***** and *****

     

    TBC

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    Comments

    1. Hey Mel, this is very good. The little hints that you have thrown our way, have really set our minds to wondering. You do know that curiosity killed the cat right? Well here’s hoping that I don’t die. I’m gonna go way out there and say that it sounds like Francesca,maybe. Please post again soon…

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