Wrong Place To Fall In Love

muscular, pressing against me. His arms, strong and powerful, circling around me. The intoxi

possessive way I'd never felt before. His arms gripped me to him, an

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ally turned into fe

my lower back... then

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armth of his skin on mine... those big

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his cock bene

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heartbeat, going from off to the side to f

wanted t

it in my hand..

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. I even raised

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n't," I w

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in was why

and pushed

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n. I'm 27 years old and a f

the Richards, California police department

d dangerous men – but I loved her no matter what. Even when she was strung out, I sent her money, mostly because I didn't wan

gunshot wound in a back

local motorcycle club called the Midnight Riders. She wouldn't reveal his name, though

ged them to follow it up, and then I ripped

own of Richards. The Police Department was either on t

tice, got in my Must

nge my cousin's mu

with a man who might have known the kille

the sarcasm) I didn't get my big break in the first six months. After

ding bar. I wanted something a little less mind-num

he back of the LA Weekly

hat kind

private det

e looked like a cue ball with coke-bottle thick glass

kid, but raises are like raisi

n', but I can't do nothin', so you go a

ideos for multimillion dollar divorces. I even got to use my acting chops a

ated, but it basically equated to hanging outside apartments in my car for twelve hou

more from Sid. All of that would stand me in good

ear later, the detective on the case fi

oon. He was supportive – though

mb as shit. But they're mean as junkyard dogs, so just make sure ya don't ge

was actually r

ks,"

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ays keep it on ya so y

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t thing I said a

n of roughly 100,000, a c

el for the night and got a bite to eat at a chain restaurant. Then I sta

though I didn't hit the moth

n an industrial section of the city. Lots of motorcycles out front, and a good number of dudes with leather kuttes. F

ull with two pistols behind it, with a Bowie knife piercing

out on a deserted stretch of highway. Two AM was supposed to be last call – but apparently this one wasn't 'technically' in business after 2. Either that or they just didn't give a s