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St. Monica's School For Girls

************ Disclaimer!!! Before you start reading this book.... THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT OF THE MOST GRAPHIC NATURE. I'm a degenerate, so this book was made for degenerates. If you fancy content that know no sexual bounds, sex between two females, then read at your own discretion. The book is pretty much depraved, with a dark tone, some might find it offensive even. If you are underage or unwilling to experience depictions of Yuri, hardcore sex, fetish behaviours, and unrestrained carnal perversions in lurid detail - DO NOT READ THIS BOOK. You have been warned - continuing past this point confirms you are an adult clearly consenting to subjecting yourself to material that does not shy away from portraying sexuality and deviance in its most profane, boundary-pushing extremes. If you nevertheless choose to proceed and find yourself offended or disturbed, DO NOT BLAME THE AUTHOR. This is your final advisory.  18+ ONLY. Moving on... No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any more or by any mass electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without prior written permission of the author. Please, Take Note: This is a book of fiction. All characters, names, places, incidents and behavior are from the author's imagination, used with no intentions of hurting anyone; Any resemblance to any actual living thing or dead is mainly by coincidence and I sincerely apologise. Read on!!

Golden_Essence · LGBT+
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I Want to See You

Closing the door behind Patrick, I turned around and heard my mother tell me to take Grace up to my room while she got dinner set up. Taking Grace by the hand I lead her up the stairs towards my room.

As we walked in the room, I said to Grace: "Put your stuff over there on the bed and then sit over on my vanity stool."

As Grace turned around I could see confusion mixed with a little sadness flash across her face. I think I even saw a little glistening at the corners of her eyes.

It hit me that she might have become a little upset at the flirtation between Patrick and me, so I simply asked, albeit in a slightly firm tone, "Okay. What's got you upset all of a sudden?"

Grace became very interested in the tops of her sneakers and remained silent.

"Out with it," I said in a somewhat firmer tone. "What's gotten into you!"