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4 September 2005 00:32Jason stares down at his journal, shaking his head over the dream entry he wrote. When he had talked to Betsy about it today, she told him to start writing them down.
He failed to see what hot Wild West sex had to do with post traumatic stress whatever, but he did as she said anyway.
Then again, Betsy was a perv, so she was probably getting off on it. It's no wonder they had been friends in high school.
He tosses the journal on the table, absently noting that he's going to need a new one soon and takes a drink of soda. The house is quiet, Ella asleep, Scud in the garage, Gabe with him or prowling around the lake and Jase and Zane having disappeared somewhere. He idly wondered if they were fucking, but couldn't see Jase doing that to Em.
Unless she told him to...
He smirks and leans back in his chair, watching the darkness outside.
He failed to see what hot Wild West sex had to do with post traumatic stress whatever, but he did as she said anyway.
Then again, Betsy was a perv, so she was probably getting off on it. It's no wonder they had been friends in high school.
He tosses the journal on the table, absently noting that he's going to need a new one soon and takes a drink of soda. The house is quiet, Ella asleep, Scud in the garage, Gabe with him or prowling around the lake and Jase and Zane having disappeared somewhere. He idly wondered if they were fucking, but couldn't see Jase doing that to Em.
Unless she told him to...
He smirks and leans back in his chair, watching the darkness outside.
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