Email: Gypsyroo@aol.com
Disclaimer: The Pretender and its characters aren't mine, never were and never will be.
Rating: PG-13 for subject matter a one or two not so nice words
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Miss Parker awoke sluggishly. Her head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds and her eyes couldn't focus. The light that flooded through the curtains of the bedroom made her head ache more. "Fuck!" she muttered. She laid in bed and things became to come into focus.
The room was dark, but not pitch black. She saw the outline of a naked man's body lying next to her. Then what little memory of last night flooded back in vivid realization. Oh god...
She tried to remember. It was the anniversary of Thomas' death and she had to drink, but she didn't want to be alone. Well, she didn't have to. She wanted to be numb. That's how she ended up in the bar. And that was all she could remember....
Who the hell had she slept with? God she was so stupid to sleep with a total stranger she met in some bar. She stared at the stranger lying next to her in bed. His face was turned away from her and pressed into the pillow. She stared at the tattoo that adorned his left buttock. The symbol of eternity.
The man grunted and moved slightly. He was waking up. Parker wracked her brain, trying to think of his name. His wallet had to be around here somewhere? Only that would require getting out of bed. She wasn't sure if she was physically able. She couldn't remember his name. She probably never learned it to begin with. Now that's really no strings.....
She closed her eyes and sleep came quickly. She awoke in near darkness, feeling the mans gentle hands caressing her body. She moaned in response. She couldn't even see his face, but that didn't matter. It didn't matter who it was, all that mattered what he was doing to her with just a few simple caresses. She was disappointed to have not being able to remember their encounter last night.
Her lover caught her mouth with his own, his stubble scraping against her face. In many ways, she found this erotic.
They lay in bed panting. They had not exchanged a single word since they had woken up and had sex again.
"I think its about time I found out who I've been fucking all night. We probably exchanged name, rank and serial number last night, among other things, but I was too drunk to remember."
"Oh my God! Miss Parker?!"
The familiar voice resounded in her head. No...It couldn't be...No...There was no way she would have slept with him. She switched on the bedside lamp quickly, as if it would end this nightmare. Both gasped in total shock and covered themselves.
"I was so drunk last night too...I didn't even remember who..."
"No...No, we did not just... This is sick! There is no way in hell I would have ever slept with you. Hell would have to freeze over first." Why couldn't it have just been a stranger?!
'Well, I guess Hell just froze over, baby!"
A disgusted look played upon her face. "Oh, shut up, { ? }!!!"
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Who was it? You choose...
a. Jarod
b. Broots
c. Lyle
d. Raines
e. other...
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