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SecretsNotes: Written for the thirty-fifth Friday Firefly challenge on LJ
Everyoneís got Ďem. Everyone keeps Ďem. I donít like it. Not one bit. A manís entitled to his secrets. Itís like a right or something.
ĎCept now we got this girl, this creepy, moon-brained girl, that can pull the secrets right outta your head, and spread Ďem out on the table for everyone to see.
She scares the shit right outta me. And not for the reason the others would think. I have no doubt she can kill me with her brain, but thatís nothing compared to what her brother would do to me if he knew, if he had a clue that sometimes, just sometimes, when itís just me and my hand, that I ainít thinking about women Ė that instead, Iím thinkiní about *his* pale, unmarked skin, *his* soft, pretty mouth and how much I want to get my hand,s among other things, on his perfect, tight little ass.
So whenever Iím around her I think real hard about something else, about anything and everything but her brother. A manís got a right to his secrets. No one should take them away from him, not no one.