Hey boys and girls, here comes another dose of wholesome perversion from your pal, Liam. It took about 12 minutes to write this, so take it for what it is.
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Nocturnal Admissions
By Liam
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2:47 AM
On a Tuesday Morning
Los Angeles, California
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It was a cover sleepover. Chuck wore an old Battlestar Galactica t-shirt and flannel pants. Next to him, Sarah wore a faded Smurfs t-shirt along with a pair of ratty old shorts.
Chuck suddenly woke, the urge to pee striking him. It only took a couple minutes to complete his business. When he was done, he slid back into bed, taking a moment to savor the sight of his companion. She looked adorable, her hair all mussed and a thin trail of drool spilling onto the pillow. Chuck smiled and closed his eyes, content to drift back into dreamland…
"Mmm…that's nice," Sarah's voice murmured softly.
Chuck stared curiously. Was she…dreaming? Her eyes fluttered in the tell-tell sign of REM. She was definitely asleep…
"Can't stop thinking about it…" she continued to softly sleep-talk. "I need it inside me…on my tongue…"
Whoa boy. Was she having a naughty dream?
"Hmm…Ellie."
Chuck squealed, so high pitched only dogs could hear. He jolted from bed and crashed to the floor. But Sarah didn't wake up. From his knees, Chuck peered over the bed, looking at the woman who for so long was his object of desire.
Was she having a naughty dream…about his sister?
"So hot…" Sarah smiled. "Hot and moist."
Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod…
"I just can't stop tasting it…"
What?! How could this be? Why was there never a sign? How long had she been lusting for his sister? Was their whole relationship a sham? Did Ellie know? Was she…?
"I can't stop thinking about it…"
How the hell was he supposed to ever look at Sarah again without thinking about the fact she was thinking about his sister? Could he ever work with her again knowing her true feelings? That it was Ellie she desired and not him?
"Ellie…you know just what I like…you always give me what I like…"
Okay. There was no need to panic. Sarah's gun was right there by the bedside. Chuck could take it, walk into the bathroom, and blow his brains out. He'd never have to live with these thoughts…
"You are the best cook ever…"
…about how Ellie was the object of Sarah's desires…
Wait. Huh?
"Your double chocolate cake, fresh from the oven is so hot and moist…" she said, smacking her lips. "And your chicken parmesan is absolutely sinful…"
Food? She was dreaming about Ellie cooking for her? Okay, that was…weird. Granted, Ellie did make a fabulous chicken parmesan. Alright, he could live with Sarah fantasizing about Ellie's cooking. No big deal.
"And you have the sweetest ass, too."
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At 2:53 AM on a Tuesday morning in Los Angeles, California, the audio surveillance equipment in John Casey's apartment blew a circuit, the result of a traumatized scream of epic proportions.
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