Danielle grabs an apple and bites into it hard. Apple juice spittle falls onto Rob's head and he shakes his hair. He tries calling her name again, but he knows she can't hear him now. Danielle is leaning against the kitchen sink, pondering what is what she just heard in the bedroom. "Maybe it was a dream..." she said to herself. She bit into the apple again and Rob almost screamed. His hair was getting sticky. Why did his girlfriend have to be so damn messy?
"It wasn't a dream! Look at me!" Rob screams but he knows she can't hear him...or does she? She looks around.
"I bet Rob didn't set that mousetrap like I told him to. I hear the thing squeaking." She bangs her fist on the counter top, hoping that'll scare the mouse away.
Rob is mad when another drop of juice soaks his shirt. He is chilled, except for the warmth coming from his girlfriend's cleavage. It's quite soft where he is...and tender.
Rob suddenly gets an idea.
He reaches out and grabs two handfuls of her cleavage. Pinching as hard as he can, he sticks his face in the space of skin between his full fists and he bites down hard.
"Ow!" His girlfriend screamed. Her hand flies to her chest..
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