This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it is, it´s not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know them anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I don’t like to get in trouble. If you are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at ASSTR? In other words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on! Have fun! Let me know what you like!
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"Get out." She was prim and quiet as she met him at the door.
"Baby, what's going on?" he stepped toward her, but she flinched away.
"Kelly."
The word dropped like a stone in his gut. He knew she somehow found out. He dropped his hand to his side, then brought it back up to run through his thinning hair. He looked at her. Even now she appeared to be calm. He could see through it though, see how tightly she gripped the cloth of her skirt, the white of her knuckles, the tension lines around her mouth. Her back was straight, her eyes downcast. He reached out for her again, realizing his silence had just proved his guilt.
"Sweetheart..." he stopped abruptly--he didn't know what to say.
"Get out," she whispered again.
He looked at her beautiful long brown hair, reached to stroke it, to touch her soft skin, anything to ease the tension he created within her. He let his hand slowly drop back down when he saw her silent tears.
"I love you." He answered just as quietly. He turned away and shut the door.
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