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chaos added on top of what was already there. After a deep breath, I started the long, arduous process of emptying all of my earthly possessions out of the sweltering tin can I had rented. I’m sure I looked extra attractive sweating like crazy while trying to get all of my heavy, heavy things out of that rolling stove and into the cramped half bedroom. This felt like the hardest I had ever physically pushed my body but I would not break, I had to remain strong.
    Pulling the last box out caused an internal celebration to break out inside of me, so happy to finally be done with at least this part of my day. That last box meant that I had successfully moved my entire life physically across the state. All by myself. This was a new Madelyn, independent and strong, and she would ensure anything.
    Again, without anybody coming out of the woodwork to come help, I needed to go return the truck and get my car back all by myself. It would be great to have somebody, anybody, just to keep me company but that wasn’t going to happen. It had been such a lonely day. After checking again for hands, I was resigned to the fact that this would be a solo mission.
    One quick check of the time made me realize that I had a little time leftover to relax and clear my head before I’d have to drive that truck back. My first thought was to try and nap a little but I knew that would risk oversleeping and missing the drop-off time for the truck. There was really only one other way I knew to get myself recharged in the quickest way possible. After assuring that there was nobody else in the entire carriage house, I softly closed the door to the little office bedroom.
    Unsure of how much time I had before I wasn't alone anymore, I peeled off the t-shirt I was wearing, just a tight, black sports bra underneath. Easy to slide up when I needed some closer access to my already hard nipples. Though trying to get lost in fantasy, I kept one eye open and trained on the door, prepared to be able to revert to casual human position without giving any indication that my fingers were readying to plunge deep inside of myself. The door remained stationary as I carried myself away to my special place.
    The thoughts I had cued up in my mind were of treasured times from my past, times where Derek introduced me to a new world. There was the first time we made out passionately in the front seat of his car (while I had kept my clothes on, I did straddle him the driver's seat, easy to feel his hardened cock as it pushed past my dress and directly against my damp panties). We steamed up the windows of his car, partially blocking the moonlight that slightly illuminated the car with a blue tint.
    Next I began to get really worked up by remembering the first time we had actually done it. It was my first time and he said his second (who knows if that were true). It was my sophomore year of school and his junior year. His roommate was out of town and Derek had told me he loved me. That night, while it did hurt a little, blew my mind. Emotions that were rare and typically short-lived now fired on all cylinders and combined with other emotions I didn't know how to control. I felt more alive yet more vulnerable than ever. Everything had changed and I learned to pick the parts I liked and hold them close.
    Derek was amazingly supportive and patiently waited for me to prepare and adjust as needed that first time. He held me close when I started to sniffle for no reason and he laughed along with me when I started to chuckle uncontrollably. I must've come off as a crazy person but he weathered it all, my wide range of emotions as I tried to figure out who I was again. Lucky for him, I soon craved the feeling of him inside of me, our two bodies becoming one as we moved together. Just the next morning I surprised him by mounting my naked body on top of his and taking him inside of me again.
    “Who the fuck are you?”
    Before I could even open my eyes to confirm that I hadn’t imagined