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The first time I ever saw Miranda Grayson was in the parking lot of the grocery store. She had her arms full of grocery bags and was having a hard time opening the trunk of her car.
I walked right up, took the bags, opened her trunk, put everything in and walked away. Without every saying a single word. I remember looking back before getting on my bike and seeing a look on her face as if she thought I may be missing a few marbles in my head.
Currently, I’d say she was correct in her assessment. I can’t seem to put together a complete sentence in her presence. I’m not sure why her presence has that reaction with me. Quite frankly it pisses me off. I’m not always sure if I want to kill something or just fuck her brains out.
Can you fuck someone until you get them out of your system? I’m not really sure but with her, I’d damn sure be willing to try. But I highly suspect after the first taste of her, I’d never let her go.
Since her kidnapping, I’m not too sure she’d ever let another touch her in that way again. Much less a big ass brute like me that can’t talk.