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Fifteen Years without Parole

Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Male/Female, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 71.9, Source: sexstories.com

decided. Small portions, big flavors, and enough wine made the strangest things seem appealing. Everything except for dessert, which was some creatively shaped pile of chocolate covered in a paper-thin layer of something shiny. Shiny and yellow. I poked at it with a spoon, watching it flake apart. "Is this what I think it is?" "Depends on what you're thinking of. But yeah, probably." "And I thought Goldschlager was pretentious." "Welcome to the nouveau riche, dear brother. May your desserts always be covered in precious metal." Pam waited as a server topped off her wineglass, then clinked it against mine and drained it. "Let's never come here again." "Deal. Wanna go?" "God yes." She slid out of her chair, drawing surreptitious looks—and a few blatant ones—from men around the room. The dress really did look spectacular on her. "Coming?" I dropped some money on the table, probably way more than I needed to, but I didn't give a shit. Managing cash was something I definitely didn't miss. "After you." We linked arms as we headed for the door, the waitstaff wishing us well as we passed. Pam stopped, glancing down the corridor to the restrooms. "Are you in a hurry to get home?" "Not really. Go ahead, if you need to." "That's not really what I was asking." She smirked. "Go bribe the hostess, would you? Get them to put an out-of-order sign on it or something." "I thought you didn't want to attract attention? And won't that make you look, y'know, whorish?" Pam rolled her eyes. "You ... have no sense of style. Be back in a minute." Giving me a little push towards the bathroom, she walked over to the front desk, hips swaying. I tried to beat down the rising sense of excitement, of sudden nervousness, and let myself into the men's room. I took a long look at myself in the mirror. Dark circles under my eyes; I hadn't slept well in a month. Stupid, really. Everything was going amazingly. My life was better than it had at any other point in the past decade. I had more money than I'd ever had, with more on the way soon. Pam and I were in love, or something like it. "You fucking idiot." My face glared back at me. "You've got everything you wanted and you're still terrified it'll just fucking disappear overnight." It was something I was getting used to telling myself. "You too, huh?" I spun, almost slipping on the tile. Pam was closing the door behind her. "We've got twenty minutes, but I'm sensing that the mood's a bit dark right now." "Nah, I'm just being stupid. Worried about shit I shouldn't be worrying about. The usual." She leaned back against the door and closed her eyes. "Jesus. We're such fucking failures. We even fail at dealing with success." "Hey." I waited until she opened her eyes, met my gaze. "Question for you." "Shoot." "Do you have any idea what the fuck is happening anymore?" "Sure. We're making ourselves rich. We're gonna finish our interviews with Roger, and he's gonna finish the book, and we're gonna make a shit-ton more money on it. Then we'll ...