A handful of tropical warm ocean water lapped onto the blue air mattress and washed it all away. It was gone again. I heaved again. Only stringy, whit... spit came out of my mouth. Over the last hour, the fare had become less interesting. The sick pain in the gut had turned into searing pain of a muscle worked past the point of fatigue. I kind of like it. There was a sense of surrender. I was no longer thrown by the bouts of vomiting. I was a lifeless rag that let the bouts of pain and vomit. Ashley was only about a 2 min drive from my house and a 5 min drive to the school. When I made it to Ashley’s house she was standing at the curd as she normally does. She had long brown hair that went a good 3 inches past her shoulders. She wore skinny jeans and a pink, short sleeve shirt that clung tightly to her skin and showed the shape of her body amazingly. Being October she would soon start to sport one of my older sweat shirts that were just a little too big on her, but she didn’t care.. More

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