What would they think of me now? I left to go and live in sunny California with my materialistic schoolmates and loose women while they were back here surfing and kicking the footy and going to uni to become lawyers and doctors or trade school to drive utes and cut off people in traffic. Already I was stereotyping them, just like they were probably stereotyping me. There goes Hunter, listen to his accent, he sounds like a Yank!I didn't know if I could handle the same reception here I received when I first got to Cali, I knew I didn't belong there, but what if I didn't belong here anymore either? I wished Keira was here. I found myself gripping Pepper's hand as we crossed the street. She looked at me sideways, I don't think we had ever actually held hands before.I saw Keira first, she was sitting by the window talking to a group of girls I vaguely remembered from school.She excused herself, came up and kissed me and Pepper on the cheek. 'Hey guys, we've been waiting.''Hunter needed. He sat down and rested his hand on her bare hip.“I hate you,” she said softly.“I love you,” he said.His hand slid upwards to cup a breast.“Don’t touch me,” she said. “You’re horrible.”He pinched her nipple lightly and stood up, taking off his shirt.“If you think you’re going to crawl into my bed, naked, after doing such a despicable thing, you’ve got another think coming, mister!” she said, a little more forcefully. She still hadn’t covered up or moved.He ignored her and got naked. He removed his leg and crawled up on the bed. The way she was lying was almost on one side, with her legs akimbo. He put his right knee between her legs and leaned down to kiss her swollen belly.“Hi there,” he said to her stomach. “I missed you too.” He started kissing upwards.“Don’t you dare,” she said, her voice low. She still did not move.While he sucked each nipple gently, she rolled onto her back, but said nothing. He kissed up to her throat and she arched her neck, turning her face away from him. He.
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