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that, man?” Damien Wilders asked him. Richard and Damien had been friends for years. They both came from rich families through unrelated endeavors and they had had the misfortune to be thrown into the same hellhole of a boarding school together. They had been the only two who by the time they left school at 17 that hadn’t been raped at one end or the other by the prefects who had governed their dorm rooms each night.
    “I’ve got no idea, but I’ll tell you in the morning.” Richard smiled at his friend, the only real one he had, nudging him in the ribs with his elbow before downing his beer and heading towards the stairs. It was his party, his house, but then again there was always a party at his house.
    Nobody even noticed he was gone.
     
     
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    “Wake up… Hey, wake up,” Richard commanded, shaking the sleeping naked beauty that lay next to him.
    She was a picture of perfection, her hair still immaculate even after the wild night of lovemaking they had had, her face just as flawless without the make-up as it had been with it. Richard grabbed her bare shoulder. The warmth of her creamy skin felt silky against his hand. He let it linger and then after a slight pause, as if contemplating his impending action, he squeezed and shook her harder until her eyes fluttered open. They were light aquamarine and sparkled with or without the sunlight. She looked at him, her brain at first not registering where she was. She looked around without moving her head and realised immediately that she was not home: the bed covers were lighter and crisper than her own, plus the walls here were a deep blue and dotted with various posters, while her own room was a mix of cream and red. Also the window was on the wrong side of the room, which was twice the size of hers. Realising whose place it was always seemed important to her as it allowed her to decide whose responsibility it was to make the first move.
    Turning her gaze back towards her Romeo, she smiled as her memories of the previous night came flooding back in the same way the pleasure had surged through her body, curling her toes in the most literal of ways.
    “Good morning,” she said as if she had been with the man forever.
    “Hi, listen, it’s getting late; you’ve gotta go.” Richard’s words were blunt and cold. He jumped out of the bed as he spoke, and she realized then that something was wrong; Richard had been lying on top of the bedcovers and was fully clothed.
    “What?” she asked, sleep still fogging her mind.
    “You gotta go, I’ve got things to do and you can’t stay.” Richard didn’t even look at her, but rather grabbed her discarded clothes and stuffed them into an expensive looking sports bag that he had found in his cupboard. He bent down, gathered the underwear, a silky red bra and delicate thong that he feigned to place in the bag but instead slipped into one of the knee level side pockets on his trousers. Another memento of a good night he couldn’t quite remember the finer points of, although he may well refresh his memory a little later on, if the camera had worked. He had been trying to get the angle right for months now but had not been able to find that perfect spot.
    “You’re kicking me out? What about last night? What about the things we said?” she asked, completely shocked not by the rejection from this rich playboy, whose reputation she knew about, but simply from the blunt force of it and the suddenness with which is arose.
    “Yeah, like I said, I’ve got stuff to do, places to go, people to see. You know how it is. So please, get out of my bed. I’ve laid out some clothes for you to get you home; something fresh that I had picked out for you.” Without saying another word he turned and left the room, leaving the door open as he went, walking down the long, rather gothic looking hallway without looking back or even slowing his gait to wait for her.
    She threw the lavish sheets from the bed, not even feeling the cool