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Every step I make was accompanied by more or less ten heartbeats as I can hear it.

My God! He’s so handsome. And I don’t care about the 7th floor now.

I looked at his belt down to his toes. He has that long, muscled legs in those pants. I know it.

I signed the contract about my painting job with mixed emotions…excitement, joy and a liitle fear.

I lay down and close my eyes to give myself a break. I want a little sleep. Tomorrow will be the start of my battle.

He sealed my lips with a kiss. Things were gone again to my sight. I only see us together… floating. Floating and floating until I cannot see m..

Oh, no. I am scared again. Why do we have to change the contract? What’s going on?

I just smiled again. My God! Do I know something else aside from smiling?

The water is so clear. I touched it and feel its natural coldness. This is perfect!

It was the first day of my job. “A job well-done to me!” I congratulated myself.