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	It was a lonely, rainy Friday night. The day had breezed by, and I was left in my office, completely alone. I had already completed my work, but I had something that I needed to do. Something of great importance.

	Calmly, I made my way to her cubicle. I pulled out a piece of paper from my shirt pocket, and hid it underneath her keyboard. I could feel my heart pounding as I walked away. Will she find it? Will she know who sent it? The anticipation was killing me. Locking the door to the building, I walked out to my car, dropping the keys in a puddle of crystal clear water when I tried to unlock the door. As I bent down to retrieve them, there was a flash of lighting, and a silhouette appeared in the puddle's reflection that was not my own.

	“What did you write for me, dear?”

	My heart stopped. I turned around, only to see an empty parking lot, doused in rain. Shaken, I picked up my keys, and struggled to open the door. The drive home felt longer than usual. Taking a deep breath, I stepped forth into the comfort of my home. It was hot, for whatever reason. I checked the thermostat, only to see that it was at thirty-six degrees. Perhaps my distress had made me ill? I decided to go straight to bed, and sleep off whatever ailed me. Within moments, I awoke. Something cold and thick had wrapped itself around me from the waist down.

	“You didn't want to sleep, did you?”

	“W-who are you?”

	“Don't you recognize me?” She turned on my lamp, and gave me a cold, red-eyed stare.

	“W-what are you doing in my house?!”

	“Am I not welcome here?”

	“N-not really...”

	“Why not?”

	“I...”

	“Go on, say it. I won't leave until you tell me.”

	I couldn't find the words to say. My body temperature continued to rise, and the immense heat left me gasping for air.

	“Oh my. You look a little feverish. Here, let me cool you off.” She gave me a little peck on the cheek, which seemed to calm the heat just enough for me to speak.

	“M-more.” I begged, hoping to relieve myself further.

	“Oh no, I can't. I'm not welcome here, am I?”

	“Y-you can s-stay, p-please...”

	“Good boy.” Another peck on the cheek. It felt like a cool breeze had blown over me for a brief moment. “However, this isn't enough, is it?” She winked, pulling off her shirt. As I stared at her almost-ample breasts, I couldn't help but think about ravaging her.

	“C-can I?” I prayed.

	“No. Not yet.”

	“W-why?”

	“I already know what's inside of your head. However, I don't know what's inside of your heart.” Without saying another word, she sank her index finger inside of my chest. Oddly enough, it didn't hurt, nor did it bleed. Rather, it felt like my body was pulling her inside. I could feel her caressing my core, tracing lines in the delicate flesh with her long nail. Her touch had soothed the aching fever, for now. After a few moments of this, she turned to me, smiling.

	“I'm not the first person you loved, am I?”

	“No, sadly. I had this crush in the eighth grade...” I spat out the truth without a second thought.

	“What was her name?”

	“It was-” My tongued stopped moving when I tried to speak her name. Why? Am I nervous? I tried again. “Her name was-” Once again, no response. Every time I tried to speak her name, my throat would go numb, and my tongue would go limp.

	“What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

	“What did you do?”

	She withdrew her finger from my chest. The heat grew unbearable. Her smile widened. “Now, what is my name?”

	“Sarah.” I moaned.

	“Say it again.”

	“Sarah.”

	“Again.”

	“Sarah!” My moans became screams.

	She licked her lips.

	“Good. Very good.” She brought her lips to mine, slid her serpentine tongue between them, and licked the inside of my mouth with a sort of reckless sadism. It was as if she were tasting her prey, before devouring it. I could feel myself growing stiff from the pleasure. When she finally pulled away, the heat caught me by surprise. I screamed in pain, hoping that she would take me in for another kiss. Instead, she reveled in my discomfort.

	“Hey, do you love me?”

	“S-Sarah, I-agh!” She rubbed up against my trousers, and the pain became unbearable. I wanted to be inside of her. I wanted to ravage her. I wanted to make her mine.

	“What? What is it that you want?”

	“I-I want to p-put it inside...” I groaned between grit teeth.

	“Sex? You want to have sex?” She laughed. “Alright, but only because you begged for it so nicely.” She readied herself. “You know what's going to happen now, don't you?” She asked mockingly. “We're going to go at it like animals. You're probably going to get me pregnant.  Are you sure that you want to go through with this? “

	“Sarah...”

	“That look in your eyes is just so precious,” She placed a soft hand against my cheek.”I kind of want to stare at it forever. Wouldn't that be nice?” After another kiss, she takes her time removing my pants. When she finally found her way to my groin, I couldn't take it any longer.

	“S-Sarah....”

	“Aww, you're trying to put it in yourself! How cute~! But, you're going to have to try harder than that! Come on, thrust harder~!”

	“Sarah!”

	“What? Is it unbearable? Do you feel like you're going to die? Alright, I'll put it in.” She slowly slides down my shaft, taking me in bit by bit. The pleasure consumes me. I can feel her sucking me inside. I'm left gasping for air from the release. “Did it feel that good? You look like a fish out of water.”

	“S-Sh-ar-ah-hah, mmoorre...” My words become a slurred mess.

	She starts to move, letting out stifled moans. Her insides are so tight that when she  raises her waist, she lifts me up a bit. Little by little, the heat washes away. It's as if she's sucking the heat out of me.

	“I bet you've already forgotten about that other girl, haven't you? All you can think about is letting it all out inside of me.” She giggles. “Now, come! Let me bear your child! Give it all to me!” She slams her hips onto mine, her walls tightening. I scream in pleasure as she wrings the semen out of me. The intense heat had died down to a mild fever. I was relieved.

	Panting, she brings her sweating body to mine, and presses my face against her bosom. “So, what was in that letter? I could never find it.”

	“It wasn't for you.”

	“It wasn't for me? How is that so? You love me, don't you?”

	“Not as much as I love-”

	“Love who?”

	“N-not as much as I love-” I tried to protest, now that my sanity had returned. Sadly, it was already too late. I tried to spell her name out loud, but I could spit the last letter out. No matter how many times I tried, I could not say her name.

	“So, who was that letter for?”

	“Not for you.” Yes. While I didn't have a name, I didn't need one. I just had to fight.

	“You can't even remember her name? You don't really love her, do you?”

	“I despise y-” I jolt of electricity ran through my veins. “Why?”

	“Why? Because I deserve you, that's why. Because I refuse to let some new girl take the man I've loved for years. That wouldn't be very fair, would it? We were destined to be together.”

	My body temperature began to rise. “What makes you think that, Sarah? Do you even know how I feel about you?”

	“Of course I do!”

	“Is that why you didn't receive the letter?”

	“Why, you...” She snapped, scowling.

	“Did I strike a nerve?” I snickered.

	She quickly regained her composure. That calm, arrogant smile returned. “No, not at all.”

	My body was set ablaze. My blood boiled, and my heart grew faint from the heat.

	“Hey, you're sweating.”

	“N....nervous...”

	“You're nervous? Are you sure? I think what you're feeling is lust. You want to go at it again, don't you? You want to give me more, don't you?” Her smile waxed.

	“I... c-can't.”

	“Why not? Go ahead, tell me.” She gave me a kiss, an opportunity, if you will.

	“I should save the rest for a better woman.”