Pywakit
I need a spanking!
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Maria
Class was half over before Maria finally realized that Rick wasn't going to show for class. She sighed as she felt the depression she had tried to escape by moving out here settling in to its familiar nooks and crannies. She tried to pay attention to the lecture, but her mind couldn't focus. By the time class was over, she'd filled half a page with doodles.
She had a few more classes, but she didnt' feel like going to them, so she rode her bike off campus and into town. The weather was perfect for riding, and by two she'd found herself a nice park. By three, she was nearly completely exhausted. She thought about heading home, but decided against it. Instead, she went to see a movie. But like the lecture earlier in the day, she found she couldn't concentrate on the thriller's complex plot. When it devolved into a series of car chases and boat chases and airplane chases, it was actually a relief.
When she emerged from the theater, night was already approaching. She stopped at an Itallian restraunt for dinner, then felt too tired and glum to ride home so she took a bus, her bike wedged safely in the bike carrier in the front. By the time she realized she'd picked a bus that was heading onto the freeway, it was too late. "Perfect way to end a wasted day," she thought bitterly. It was 11:00 at night by the time she'd finished her 3 hour bus ride through the far side of town, and as she fumbled with her keys in the door, she could think of nothing more than the depressing dreams she knew were waiting for her once she fell asleep.
Class was half over before Maria finally realized that Rick wasn't going to show for class. She sighed as she felt the depression she had tried to escape by moving out here settling in to its familiar nooks and crannies. She tried to pay attention to the lecture, but her mind couldn't focus. By the time class was over, she'd filled half a page with doodles.
She had a few more classes, but she didnt' feel like going to them, so she rode her bike off campus and into town. The weather was perfect for riding, and by two she'd found herself a nice park. By three, she was nearly completely exhausted. She thought about heading home, but decided against it. Instead, she went to see a movie. But like the lecture earlier in the day, she found she couldn't concentrate on the thriller's complex plot. When it devolved into a series of car chases and boat chases and airplane chases, it was actually a relief.
When she emerged from the theater, night was already approaching. She stopped at an Itallian restraunt for dinner, then felt too tired and glum to ride home so she took a bus, her bike wedged safely in the bike carrier in the front. By the time she realized she'd picked a bus that was heading onto the freeway, it was too late. "Perfect way to end a wasted day," she thought bitterly. It was 11:00 at night by the time she'd finished her 3 hour bus ride through the far side of town, and as she fumbled with her keys in the door, she could think of nothing more than the depressing dreams she knew were waiting for her once she fell asleep.