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After he finished, he raised up his head from the sheet and said coldly, "Make yourself completely naked!"

Two Dragons

Fantasy · luosifen99

To her husband, an addicted gambler, she was disappointed rather than detested. He had lost everything he owned, including the house they were living, because of gambling. This was how she felt about him at the time, although once, when they first met, she thought otherwise.

Two Dragons

Fantasy · luosifen99

"Ok!" Owen quickly finished locking his office. Then he followed Sophie down the corridor past several offices where students were working probably late into the night, some sitting on couches while others leaned against walls talking animatedly. They were probably taking advantage of being so close to the library, which closed only at eleven o'clock. As far as Owen knew most of these young men and women weren't very serious about what they were studying. In fact, many of them might never graduate. Most of them wouldn't amount to much except perhaps to work part-time jobs somewhere else or become baristas. Some would do neither. Many would simply drift aimlessly along until they either dropped out or graduated, depending upon how much money their parents were able to contribute. The ones who did manage to make it through would go on to take over positions such as secretaries, receptionists, clerks, cashiers, waiters/waitresses, bartenders, and other low-level service industry employees. A few would eventually find themselves working in fast-food restaurants, gas stations, and convenience stores. Others might end up flipping burgers or stocking shelves in grocery store chains. Still, others would wind up selling cars or washing windows or performing similar tasks for the likes of Home Depot, Walmart, or Kmart.

Two Dragons

Fantasy · luosifen99

The smell alone brought back memories for the old man—a whiff of thanksgiving dinner when he was young. He remembered his family coming together, crowded into the kitchen, his mother fussing about and his father and brothers chatting with each other, everyone watching her as she prepared the meal. He remembered that first bite, so full of flavor; how good everything tasted, how much you wanted to savor every morsel, the way one could only eat so much before needing to stop. And then the best part—the leftovers, the sandwiches made from turkey or ham, or even the mashed potatoes, the gravy poured over ice cream like thick chocolate syrup, the sweet potato pie smeared with whipped cream. The memory of those meals lasted long after they were gone. That was what Thanksgiving meant—the food. But for the time of then, he hadn't seen or heard anyone at all over the past weeks while staying inside this big house. Not even neighbors who lived nearby came to check up on things once every few days.

Two Dragons

Fantasy · luosifen99