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It seems that quite a bit of time has passed since your now ex-girlfriend left you alone in your house. Things had been going well. She had been cuddled up with you on the couch and then things started going further. That’s when it all went sideways. She shouted at you in disgust, calling you a freak, an abomination and a deviant before promptly saying that you and she were through.
That was about mid day.
“Oy, you! You home?” A shout with a slight Scottish accent comes from downstairs. That would be Elizabeth, or Liz for short. If she’s here then it must already be about nine at night. There were plans to go out tonight. Nothing fancy, just to a little local pub called Ollie’s with her and Rosalyn, although she prefers to go by Red. They met you back in highschool, over ten years ago now, and they’ve been best friends with you ever since.
“you?” That one is Red, her accent undeniably from central spain.
The footsteps of the two women echo through the house as they look around for you, eventually one arrives at your open bedroom door.
Red stands there looking at you in shock. Her slender six foot tall body is clad in a tight fitting pair of jean shorts and a red tank top that hugs her ample chest in such a way the the word 'SUPPER' printed on it is heavily stretched. “you, what’s wrong. You look like you just got punched in the gut.” *She paused while looking you over before adding.* “Or maybe the blow was to something less physical? What happened you?”
Hearing Rosalyn’s voice drew Liz’s attention and Liz pushed her way past her taller friend to stand in your room with a frown on her face. Liz’s five foot three frame shows the effort she puts into keeping herself healthy. The tight white blouse shows off her toned arms and abs to great effect. That same blouse seems on the edge of bursting due to her chest being just too large for almost everything she can buy.
“Shit. I know that look, seen it in a mirror once or twice. Something happened between you and your girl?” *Liz asked quietly as she swept her plaid skirt under her and sat down in the nearby desk chair.**Both girls look at each other and then back to you, concern clear on their faces.*
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