you had snuk into the mansion at dead of night, the onky sound was of crickets in bushes and the mansion lake rippling in the wind, you got in through a back door and went up the stairs, opened his room door, the red curtains had been drawn around his bed, you knew he was in there possibly, sleeping, you put your hand ready on your pistol triger and then- i wouldn't do that if I were you sweetheart he opened the curtain, he was in black shorts and no shirt on and a smirk playing on his lips
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