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It occurred to him that he hadn’t responded to the invite yet, nor had he been contacted by Zach thus far. The party was this coming Friday, which was – he checked the computer calendar – tomorrow! Shit. Ben pursed his lips while he looked at the screen, weighing his options. He knew it would be damn weird if he showed up at a pool asian party among a bunch of kids he didn’t know. He played a few scenarios out in his head. In the first he visualized himself sitting tentatively on a bench by the pool, hands nervously fumbling with his phone. People were ignoring him, completely oblivious to his presence. A familiar feeling entered the pit of Ben’s teen stomach, as if ice had suddenly materialized in his abdomen. He realized that he was frantically chewing on the inside of his cheek, a nervous habit he had developed back in middle school. Ben was about slam the laptop shut when another picture entered his mind. He was lying on a shower sun chair outside. The atmosphere was pleasantly warm and comfortable, and the sun was hanging low in the sky, casting a deep orange light over the world. He wasn’t the only one on the sun chair; a girl, about seventeen, with long, dark hair was lying to his side, one leg straddling his. His arm was around her slender body, his hand resting comfortably on her waist. He turned his head to face her. She looked at him with beautiful brown eyes, and Ben could feel his heart starting to beat faster. The girl leaned over him, resting her chest on his. He felt her soft skin on his. She lifted her head towards him and closed her eyes. When her lips met Ben’s, a cool breeze sailed through the late Hairy afternoon sky, raising goose bumps over his whole body. The piercing whine of the kettle snapped japanese Ben out of his delirium. He moved the mouse arrow over to the options bar and, with a smile curling on his mouth, clicked ‘Attending.’   Noon, the last Friday of July. There were only four hours left until the party started, and Ben had overslept. He hurried down the stairs, making a loud thump as he landed on the floor. “Mariana, is that you?” came the voice from inside the house. Ben froze. Who the fuck is Mariana? “No it’s me, grandma.” No reply. He shrugged and grabbed his bag. The only updates we see are brief broadcasts showing “highlights” of each rape when a Runner is caught, with Wagner’s sick commentary enjoying the poor woman’s downfall. “Why aren’t, uh,” he cleared his throat, “why isn’t it counting two?” All good things eventually come to an end, though. Becca laughed and tugged at the leash. "That's new" Zach teen asian said amused and pointed down to the thin landing strip adorning his sister's vulva. I edited and rewrote japanese some lines in this story. She buried her face back in shower my snatch, licking again. Women of great standing in your Hairy society?” Then, the world was red. JoAnne was holding a dildo that Sherry and I made, in fact it was the one Sherry was using two nights before.