"What are you doing?" Danny finally said as I was obscured by his wide frame in the mirror.
"Just cleaning up." And I leaned around him and ran my fingers under the faucets. "You'd better clean this up," I added as I saw the streams of spit on the mirror and sink. In the immense realization of what just happened I had to leave, so I bolted for the door, turning to close it as I could see Danny's face contorted in a questioning expression. I smiled, and rushed back to the party.
[To be continued...]
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nice job!
As reading this, I was feeling what you were trying to convey, and it carried me through. Pls continue on, waiting for next installment(s)!!!!28b8
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