Free The Making of The Huntress by Sherry David

 
     
    The Making of the Huntress
     
    Sherry David
     
     
    Copyright 2013 Sherry
David
     
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    CONTENTS

     
    Chapter 1 What
Happened?
    Chapter 2 My
One and Only Love
    Chapter 3
Paper Perfect
    Chapter 4 Out
of Control
    Chapter 5 One
True Love?
     
     
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    Chapter
1 What Happened?

     
    Mark is lying next to me after over an hour
of trying to fuck my brains out, which I’m not complaining about at
all. I’m looking at his angelic face and wondering how much of his
current exhaustion is due to our two rounds of sex fighting and how
much of it comes from his liquid confidence. At almost thirty Mark
can easily pass for about 22 in fact every time we go out women of
all ages are always checking him out. On a few occasions while we
were out I almost lost my cool when other women were bold enough to
send him a drink as if I wasn’t even there. That’s okay though
because Mark always makes it clear that I’m the only woman in the
room as far as he’s concerned. Over the last two years I have felt
like I was dating my best friend, I mean I can talk to Mark about
almost anything and we are always finding new things to do
together. The only real problem we have is that he doesn’t like to
do things with any of my co-workers or college friends. You see I
graduated from college and work in a mid-size office, no big deal
it’s not like I’m making six figures or anything. Mark on the other
hand works at a warehouse, definitely blue collar but he makes an
honest living and in our small town his job is one that a lot of
people wish they had. The warehouse provides supplies to some major
chain stores so it pays pretty well and provides great benefits.
Many people would love his job just for the benefits alone.
Unfortunately, I recently found out that my supposed best friend
has been hiding some dark secrets from me.
    It was about 1:30am last Friday when I
received a call “Vanessa, please come and get me I’m on Cedar
street at the corner of Ridgeway Av.”, the voice on the other end
belonged to Mark but he didn’t sound like himself. Mark’s voice had
such a serious tone that I didn’t ask any questions, I just got in
my car and went to get him. As I drove to that area I saw a
familiar figure walking on the side of the road and pulled over
realizing it was Mark. Who is this person? His eyes were blood shot
and he was giving me this strange look and the quiet between us was
like a brick wall. I had so many questions but he didn’t look
prepared to give any answers. Now I’m dying a little