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the sting, and certainly not the slumber. The syringe pierced the meat of her thigh. Before she could scream, it was lights out.
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                  When Emmaline and I woke up naked in her new bed, she asked what happened.
                  I lied.
                  I told her we both drank the night away with Zed after the Pitt closed.
                  "Was I that drunk?" she asked as the peak of her nipple rubbed against my stomach.
                  "I barely remember cashing out."
                  Her eyes half closed, and with a smile stretched across her face like a Cheshire cat, she took my hand and spread out my fingers. She let go and tussled my chest hair. Our bodies intertwined.
                  "I'm glad we made love," Emmaline cooed.
                  Her magical teal eyes broke through the hangover my little potion created.
                  "I wish I hadn't blacked out," she said.
                  "Would you wish upon a star?" I asked.
                  She laughed and rubbed her nose against mine. Her smile. So enticing, so perfect. She was careful not to kiss my mouth, a very sweet girl putting me before her morning breath. Her small velvet hands pressed against my chest as she climbed on top of me.
                  She leaned in millimeters away from my face. The heat of her breath toasted my earlobes. "I don't think I need a star, do I?"
                  Her thick, ruby red lips explored the contours of my neck as she positioned herself. Her light red hair smelled like lavender, and her skin was soft and warm. I squeezed and massaged her entire body, learning each sensual spot as we rolled around my guest bed.
                  We held each other briefly until we both traveled back into dreamland.
                  When Emmaline woke up the questions flowed out of her mouth. She asked where her phone was. I lied. Where her car was, I lied.
                  Every question she asked, I gave a fictitious answer. She rolled onto her side and I gave her a shot of slumber solution in her butt cheek.
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                  The second day she woke up, the pieces started to surface. Of course, she overreacted.
                  Emmaline asked for a ride home, begged for one phone call. She screamed and hit me until the skin on her knuckles cracked and bled.
                  All couples fight.
                  I gave her another dose of medicine and locked Emmaline in her new home.
                  I walked three miles through the woods and caught a cab to the airport. I paid in cash of course, we're all under record.
                  My fake vacation to New York was over. I really do have a book deal, but it hasn't been finalized, so my alibi can stand, but I will never need one, at least not in Kobe.
                  The moon and stars were aligned for my ritual. When I arrived home, I found Emmaline clawing at the basement windows. Her pink fingernails jagged with splinters stuck beneath the cuticles.
                  "Please just let me go," her voice cracked.
                  "I can't," I shouted, "I love you, Emma."
                  "I told you, my name's Katie! You keep calling me Emmaline! I really like you, I'll read your books, I'll make your lunch and pack it with little notes. Please stop. I just want to go home. I'll still... I'll still make love to you, I'll do anything you want, just let me get back to my car." Her soft sweet voice dissipated into hot gravel, churning in her throat.
                  I turned the water on in the tub.
                  "Please don't go..." I shook my head, "I love you so."
                  Her hands pressed against my chest as she stared deeper into my