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The Sex Doll III (Naughty Reads 12)
It’s been a challenge, but Kelly Dongle finally has Daniel’s original documents. It only took putting two slugs into that creepy antique store owner’s face, but they’re pretty sure he’s dead now. They just need to watch the news, get back to Central City and get Daniel setup in his new life. Then, Kelly’s life can get back to normal, or as normal as it’s going to be since she found a new friend, Brian, who’s a little less than above board.
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Chapter 1 - Brian’s House
Kelly walked inside with Daniel once the fire was out. They doused it with water from the hose just to make sure it was out.
Brian walked down the hall into the living room in a pair of sweatpants. “As you’ve probably guessed, this isn’t a big house. I do have an extra bedroom and a couch.”
“Planning on upgrading soon?” Kelly asked.
“Eventually,” Brian said.
“You can have the room,” Daniel said. “I have no problems sleeping on the couch.”
Kelly walked with Brian down the hall. She looked into the bedroom. “Oh, holy fuck. It’s Barbie pink.”
“No way.” Daniel followed behind her. “Let me guess. This was the girlfriend’s room.”
“It was,” Brian said. “To be honest, I rarely saw it and didn’t realize it was this bad until I got in here earlier tonight.”
“Oh man,” Kelly said. “But why did she have her own room?”
“She said I snored,” Brian said. “She was lying.”
“How do you know that?” Kelly asked.
“I had a sleep test done. I do not snore, so I’m not sure why she needed this room, other than to turn it into a pink nightmare.”
Kelly shook her head.
“If you don’t want it, I can sleep in there,” Daniel said. “I got stuck in a lot of rooms with crappy color schemes. It doesn’t bother me.”
“I bet. Toy rooms?” Brian asked.
“Worse. Old lady doll rooms,” Daniel said.
Brian shuddered. “As if being a doll wasn’t torture enough.”
“Right,” Daniel said.
“I think, I’ll take the couch,” Kelly said.
“Let me get some blankets,” Brian said.
Kelly walked into the living room. The couch looked okay. It was extra-large. She thought they called those over-sized. Regardless of the name, she could sleep on it.
“Daniel is set up,” Brian said as he walked into the living room with two blankets and a pillow. He threw one blanket on the couch then set the other blanket on top of the first. “Did you want a shower? I can probably find a t-shirt.”
“Yeah, I better,” Kelly said. “Is Daniel showering?”
“He is not,” Brian said. “He looks exhausted to me. I doubt he cares about sleeping filthy, and I don’t care if he ruins that bedding with junkyard filth. I’ll just throw it out in the morning.”
Kelly walked to the bathroom with Brian and waited while he grabbed towels and a washcloth and set them on the sink counter.
“The counter is clean,” Brian said. “I clean it every time I shower. I’ll get you a t-shirt, and I guess I’ll start a load of clothes so that you guys have clean clothes to wear tomorrow.”
“Do you have guests often?” Kelly asked as she undressed.
“Not really,” Brian said as he reached in and turned on the shower. “But that’s okay. It just means I was due for some guests.”
“Should I get in?” Kelly asked.
“Of course, and if you take your time, I’ll come back and give you the deluxe Brian shower.” He leaned over and kissed her.
Kelly laughed. “Okay.” She stepped inside the shower.
Brian grabbed her clothes, Daniel’s clothes and the rest of his that needed washed and tossed them in the washer with some soap. He had a washer/dryer combo machine, so the clothes would be clean and dry by morning. That machine was a great idea. Brian was glad he thought of it a couple years ago because he didn’t have to remember to put the clothes in the dryer.
He walked back to the bathroom. The shower was still on. He knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Kelly said.
Brian entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him. “Did you want the special Brian power wash?”
“Sure,” Kelly said.
Brian took off his sweatpants and laid them on the sink counter next to the t-shirt and towels he’d gotten for Kelly, which reminded him. He needed another set of towels for himself. Brian grabbed those out of the linen closet in the bathroom before stepping inside the shower.
“You made it, and there still seems to be plenty of hot water,” Kelly said as she turned around.
“It’s an on-demand water heater. I got rid of my tank a few years ago after it exploded and rotted the utility room and dining room floors,” Brian said. “I wasn’t home at the time, which is why everything rotted.”
“Did the water keep flowing?” Kelly asked.
“No, I turned the water off before I left,” Brian said. “It was a two-month trip, but that water heater had a 50 gallon tank, so it was still a nightmare.” He paused and grinned. “Apparently, you make me want to tell stories. I didn’t mean to bore you with a busted hot water heater story.”
“It’s fine. I don’t mind listening, but this story sounds pretty anti-climactic, especially for the steamy surroundings,” Kelly said.
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