This fic is rated R
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Molly looked to him as though he were rotting lettuce. "I don't want to talk about it." She stated.
"Hey sorry." Chris came back.
Molly put down her sandwich. She got up and headed for the bathroom. From Chris's vantage point he saw her turn on the faucets and rinse off her face. By use of her unknown powers she could tell what was going through his mind. Suddenly it changed and she looked to him. He smiled mischievously. "Remember what I said?"
A smile played across her face. Inwardly she was thankful, even if. "Et tu Chris?"
Chris raised his hands. "Hey, I'm just a poor boy from the slums. Don't blame me."
"Just kidding." She told him, moving to do his unspoken will.
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