A Lie To Live By.

I sighed absentmindedly, glancing out the window at the teens milling out of the Arts Museum into the road. I felt a sharp nostalgia; mum had been one big fan of artefacts and pricy old stuff. It had always been her dream to own one and I know that if she did then there's no doubt everything within the museum was in safe hands.

"What are you thinking about?" Anders chirped stubbornly beside me, frustrated that none of his attempts in getting me turned on wasn't working. He's been massaging my inner thighs for some time now and I have to say, it's hard trying to act unaffected.

And the brute knew.

"Oh stop now" I finally screamed out when I couldn't hold it anymore. His eyes crinkled as he chuckled naughtily. "Gotcha,"