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Emma
When I wake up, I have a huge smile on my face. The only other time I can remember having a smile this wide on my face is when I was a kid on Christmas morning, smiling because I knew it was going to be a magical day. Now I'm smiling because last night was a magical night. The memories of the night come back to me vividly, scenes replaying in my mind. Most of all, I remember how intense his face was when he was inside of me, how in charge.
I roll out of bed, stand up, and stretch. I’m exhausted, but I think a little exhaustion is worth last night. In the light of morning—the sun slanting through my bedroom's blinds, a steady yellow glow—the events of last night hardly seem real. Did I really have s*x with Judge O’Connor? But of course I did; I'm still aching from him.
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