Kendall's got issues...
I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!
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ANNOUNCEMENT!
I'M GETTING A BOOK PUBLISHED!
SUMMARY:
On the 13th day of the 13th month of the 13th year...magic will return to the world...and the streets will run red with the blood of the (semi)innocent...unless the world is saved by the most unlikely of hero's...baking cupcakes?!
The title is '13/13/13' and it'll be coming to a bookstore or E-Book site near you! Xilbris is the publisher, also available at Amazon, Inkitt and BarnesandNoble.
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Kendall had the perfect plan to get back at Kick! His idol Billy stumps would be at the mall for autographs in six days and having learned that he plans to stay in the parking lot until then, she was going to have him arrested for loitering!
She wasn't able to get there the first day due to an important Opera she wanted to see...so she came on the second day.
She Made sure Kick was there, called in an anonymous tip to the police and then sat back to watch the fireworks-
WOOSH!
Only to be swept up in a freak windstorm. While she was thrown around like a ragdoll...Kick just stood there, unaffected, resolute, and kinda badass(not that Kendall would ever admit that to anyone even under penalty of fireants poured down her mouth!).
Kendall was FINALLY able to grab a lamppost, although she was still being wiped about, at least she was anchored-
RIP!
Kendals eyes widen in horror as her skirt is ripped off by the wind...revealing boxers...
To her horror, she sees Kick smirk and whip out a camera- "Another internet classic." He quotes.
"Oh, come on! How are you able to NOT be whipped around by this wind!? It's strong enough to whip around cars for crying out loud! And the camera? Seriously? What do you carry that around Every-
RIP!
Kick smirked, "I'd be more concerned about yourself right now if I were you."
Kendalls face went from flustered to pale. Her 'breasts' were sliding off her chest and down her shirt! Frantically, she tried to grab them. But everytime she loosened her grip even a bit, the wind picked up again and nearly flung her away, forcing her to watch helplessly as her HEAVILY padded bra fell clean out of her shirt...and was blown right into a smug Kicks hands as he continued to film the whole thing.
Kendall giggled nervously, her mind raced quickly to talk her way out of this. "Heh, heh. Wow! Lot of crazy things getting blown about in this storm! I feel sorry for whatever girl lost that!"
Kick quirked an eyebrow, "You saying it's not yours?" He asked with skeptical coyness.
Uh, yeah! Of course! That could've come from anywhere in this storm! And I defy you to prove otherwise!
RIP!
Kick continued to smirk, "Exhibit A; the mosquito bites." He gets a close up as the last of Kendall's shirt flies away...leaving Kendall's exposed flat chest for all to see.
Her face goes redder then the sun...and she starts to sob...even worse when she fells the wind slowly but shirly pull down her boxers-
"No! No! No! Please! Let me keep SOME dignity!" She pleaded out loud as she tried to scrunch her legs together to keep it from flying away...but all this accomplished was accidentally kicking off her socks and shoes...and just like that...her boxers were swept away...
Kick chuckles, "Awww...it's the cutest, SMALLEST pussy in the world. Although credit, where credit is due. The carpet DOSE match the drapes."
Fortunately, the wind FINALLY dies down. Humiliated, Kendall covers up her tiny womanhood and flat chest and runs away in shame-
WUMP!
Right into the police she'd summoned to arrest Kick! "FREEZE PERVERT!" Kendall screams as she's maced...and then beaten up as she falls to the ground.
She's handcuffed and thrown naked into the back of the car and driven away while a smirking Kick cheekily waves at her as she drives away...
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