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    Shake- Chapter43.

    I was getting a ***** drink!

    You cant have that beer, youre not old enough!

    Oh come on Millie, get out of your granny pants! Ive been drinking since I was fifteen and you know that!

    You are not drinking in the house Max and that’s that!

    I neared the kitchen, the shouting unmissable as the two sisters went at each other with all guns blazing. I quite liked hearing Millie being so stern, she had never raised her voice around me before and it was a pleasant surprise to feel the effect it was having on me.

    I hid behind the door, not wanting to go in just incase they started throwing plates or cutlery around. The sound of a bottle clanking against a kitchen counter broke a short silence.

    Get a glass of water or something because you are not drinking alcohol! Millie yelled, her words followed by the back door slamming shut.

    I waited a few seconds, then opened the kitchen door slowly. Poking my head around to make sure the coast was clear, Millie was putting the bottle of beer back in the fridge. I quickly moved across the kitchen and grabbed her *****, her back immediately straightening up as I slipped my arms around her waist.

    Ive never heard you angry before baby. I murmured into her ear, my warm breath trailing down her neck.

    Millie was about to shut the fridge door but I stuck my foot out to stop it and leant forward to take the bottle of beer she had just replaced, off the shelf.

    Am I allowed a drink? I asked, kissing her shoulder between the words.

    Millie murmured in response and I moved my foot so she could close the refrigerator door. Turning round in my arms she smiled at me wickedly, backing me up against the kitchen counter.

    Only if you promise to be good. she whispered, her lips barely grazing mine.

    I shuddered at this light contact and pressed the cold bottle against the bare skin showing at the bottom of Millies back. She yelped in shock and reached round to grab the offending bottle from my hand.

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    Comments

    1. hey hey!! wots happening?! I am officially in love with you…. write faster dammit!!
      Thanks for taking the time suga …Big D!
      p.s. with u as my pimp, it is ur duty to teach me things… so, u have to teach me the next thing, next time I see u ;-) lol….

    2. yunno… practising on a shirt hanging in the “closet” dont work as well… any volunteers for real life practice????!
      Ur writing style is sooo good, I really enjoy the way u describe everything, no matter how inanamate… Thanks x

    3. Aloha!
      guess where I am!! u got it, im in Hawaii baby!! and dayum the hunnies r fine!! y am I in Hawaii…cos I got fired….
      only joking!! Vacation rules but not nearly as much as U and this story does!!!

    4. I would never ever persume to tell you to write faster, because I know what that feels like… but if you want to GO FOR IT! I just simply love this story and your writing. Yay you!!!

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