You wake up early one Saturday morning. It's a hot day in July, and you have nothing to do, and nowhere to go. You're a good looking Goth chick that stand 5.6 with a full sexy figure. you have pail skin, long black hair with red highlights, and brown eyes.
You live in your own trailer in the woods, and make a modest living tending bar, and like picking up extra hours as a waitress at "Big Bob's" The local night club. It's nothing to brag about, but its an honest living. You're not a millionaire by any stretch of the imagination, but you are able too pay your bills and have fun on the weekends living paycheck too paycheck.
You walk out of your room this morning rubbing your eyes, then suddenly feel something cold under your toes. you look down and see a strange looking little black Lazar-pointer just lying on the floor. "What the hell? That's not mine." You think out loud as you Reach down, and pick it up. as you look it over you can plainly see its about three inches long, and has two buttons on it. an up arrow, and a down arrow. You rub the arrows with your thumb and suddenly it goes off in your hand...
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