Clara Is Dead

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Sure! I am." He smiled.

Annabel's didn't stop looking at his groin, she looked at it in a way that he doesn't notice her gaze.

"There is a place over there." She pointed. "Why not we go sit there? That place looks cool and calm."

David followed the trace of her finger and saw the direction where it was pointing at as he nodded.

They both walked there as they sat. David tried to come up with something to discuss but Annabel seemed not to be paying attention.

"Your name is Annabel? Annabel the fighter." He laughed.

"I'm not a fighter actually, i only fight when it's neccessary."

"I see. So you leave alone?" He asked.

"..." Annabel was mute.

He sat, waiting for Annabel's reply but got none. He then followed the trace of het eyes as he found her looking at his schlong."

"What are you looking at?"