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SecretsNotes: Written for the thirty-fifth Friday Firefly challenge on LJSecrets. Everyone’s got ‘em. Everyone keeps ‘em. I don’t like it. Not one bit. A man’s entitled to his secrets. It’s like a right or something. ‘Cept now we got this girl, this creepy, moon-brained girl, that can pull the secrets right outta your head, and spread ‘em 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 that’s nothing compared to what her brother would do to me if he knew, if he had a clue that sometimes, just sometimes, when it’s just me and my hand, that I ain’t thinking about women – that instead, I’m thinkin’ 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 I’m around her I think real hard about something else, about anything and everything but her brother. A man’s got a right to his secrets. No one should take them away from him, not no one. |