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I watched Molly walk out the door and curled my hands around the railing on the stairs to keep myself from going after her. Molly had always been a headstrong, impulsive girl, but I had a feeling whatever was going on right now would just take the cake.
When I had walked in to find her bending over her desk with that fantastic ass of hers pointed towards me, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. But I quickly realized that it was just more of this never-ending hell I had found myself in.
Ever since Molly turned 18, my feelings for her had suddenly changed. She began to feature heavily in all my erotic fantasies that I should not have been having about her. Especially on a night like tonight when I was heading out to my friend Eric's club Shackles and Whips.
Of course, that was just the translation of the name. Whenever I actually tried to pronounce the name in French, Eric would shake his head and grimace.