Post by MAHKENZIE GARLAND on Nov 7, 2012 0:13:41 GMT -5
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&who do you think you are,
The Cool winter's sun beat down on the snow that had coated the park as Kenzie strolled forth, leaving prints in it behind her. Her mocha hair whipped slightly back over her shoulder as she took her seat on the park bench. She knew eventually she was going to half to get her exercise in, but right then her surroundings were too beautiful to not sit down and admire it. She sighed as she watched Bowser attack a harmless daisey, laughing slightly as she reached down and rubbed his back. A soft smile placed itself on her lips as she glanced around. The man made pond's water glistened and gleamed, and the duck swam happilly; chasing down the bread crumbs an old couple was throwing to them. It was a beautiful day, but her mind flashed quickly to the dark side of things.
Five years ago, actually to the day, Kenzie was back in Texas. It had been a warm day out, and all she wanted to do was go to the local swimming hole with her boyfriend, and all her friends. She was supposed to go get her brother from school and walk him home. But Kenzie was young, and what she wanted was always going to come first. So her brother made his last treck towards home, when a drunk driver lost control and struck him, and two other small children who walked in his path. Nothing had ever been the same since that day. Her mother and father divorced, and she had never heard from her mother again. She felt as though Kenz was to blame. And Kenz felt the same, if she had been there; maybe she could have saved them. Ah, but the past was the past. But she would never forget.
Kenzie, herself, had been in many riding wrecks. She was, how do you say, accident prone? Which was exactly what this girl was. From riding at the young age of three, she had horses flipping over on her, kicks, bites, tramples, falls, and many; many broken bones including her hack once. Yet she was resiliant, and she was doing well from the injuries she had for such a young age. As a matter of fact, you would never be able to tell that she had the accident, unless you saw her with her clothes off. Which, might be one of the reasons she never had taken her clothes off for a man, and as for swimming, she did that at her own personal home where no one could see her.
One may ask what she was hiding. Well, when she had broken her back from a young Quarter horse colt she was breaking flipping over on her; she had had to have many surgeries to fix the wrongs. Thus leaving one barely visible scar that ran about four inches down her back. Many wouldn't have even noticed it because it had healed so well, but Kenzie knew it was there. And she was self conscious over it. Girls around here, especially, didn't have scars. They were all perfect looking with their perfect hair, perfect skin, and perfect bodies. Kenzie felt so out of place with them. Even the flip flops on her feet felt wrong, but she thought she would give them one shot; but one shot only. She was craving her boots.
Kenzie was different from most girls around here. She was a twenty one year old virgin that enjoyed working as an escort. Though she would never tell anyone that ever. She was good at keeping her secret, and it was relatively the only secret she had beside that scar on her. But, believe it or not Kenzie was a virgin. Yes, she was a virgin call girl, we all know there aren't too many of those around here. As stated before, the girl was just different from others. In her mind, she knew it would make more sense to wait for a guy who really deserved her, than to just spread her legs for every guy who tried to smooth talk her, and she got a lot of that at the bar. She had been raised to be very christian, and she knew the commandments. She also knew what happened if you broke them. Now, she was not saying that she had never broken them before, and that she wouldn't in the future, she was just saying she was not about to do it now.
Kenzie's mind was always racing about one thing or another, and that has begun to really irritate her lately since it tended to keep her up at night. Kenzie rose then from her bench. Pulling down her zip-up fleece, yet pulling down her running pants slightly. She didn't want to get too hot, since it was relatively warm out. Bowser, again, was leaping around in the inch of snow, barking out his pleasure in rolling in it. Kenzie had to laugh at her small dog. She always hated them, but Bowser just happened to be different. Kenzie bent over, stretching out her muscles before calling to Bowser, and bounding off into a slow leisurely jog. She had never been too big a fan of exercising, but when the time comes, the time comes. If only she just had someone to keep her company for it, beside Bowser. Ah well, it had to be done either way.
Five years ago, actually to the day, Kenzie was back in Texas. It had been a warm day out, and all she wanted to do was go to the local swimming hole with her boyfriend, and all her friends. She was supposed to go get her brother from school and walk him home. But Kenzie was young, and what she wanted was always going to come first. So her brother made his last treck towards home, when a drunk driver lost control and struck him, and two other small children who walked in his path. Nothing had ever been the same since that day. Her mother and father divorced, and she had never heard from her mother again. She felt as though Kenz was to blame. And Kenz felt the same, if she had been there; maybe she could have saved them. Ah, but the past was the past. But she would never forget.
Kenzie, herself, had been in many riding wrecks. She was, how do you say, accident prone? Which was exactly what this girl was. From riding at the young age of three, she had horses flipping over on her, kicks, bites, tramples, falls, and many; many broken bones including her hack once. Yet she was resiliant, and she was doing well from the injuries she had for such a young age. As a matter of fact, you would never be able to tell that she had the accident, unless you saw her with her clothes off. Which, might be one of the reasons she never had taken her clothes off for a man, and as for swimming, she did that at her own personal home where no one could see her.
One may ask what she was hiding. Well, when she had broken her back from a young Quarter horse colt she was breaking flipping over on her; she had had to have many surgeries to fix the wrongs. Thus leaving one barely visible scar that ran about four inches down her back. Many wouldn't have even noticed it because it had healed so well, but Kenzie knew it was there. And she was self conscious over it. Girls around here, especially, didn't have scars. They were all perfect looking with their perfect hair, perfect skin, and perfect bodies. Kenzie felt so out of place with them. Even the flip flops on her feet felt wrong, but she thought she would give them one shot; but one shot only. She was craving her boots.
Kenzie was different from most girls around here. She was a twenty one year old virgin that enjoyed working as an escort. Though she would never tell anyone that ever. She was good at keeping her secret, and it was relatively the only secret she had beside that scar on her. But, believe it or not Kenzie was a virgin. Yes, she was a virgin call girl, we all know there aren't too many of those around here. As stated before, the girl was just different from others. In her mind, she knew it would make more sense to wait for a guy who really deserved her, than to just spread her legs for every guy who tried to smooth talk her, and she got a lot of that at the bar. She had been raised to be very christian, and she knew the commandments. She also knew what happened if you broke them. Now, she was not saying that she had never broken them before, and that she wouldn't in the future, she was just saying she was not about to do it now.
Kenzie's mind was always racing about one thing or another, and that has begun to really irritate her lately since it tended to keep her up at night. Kenzie rose then from her bench. Pulling down her zip-up fleece, yet pulling down her running pants slightly. She didn't want to get too hot, since it was relatively warm out. Bowser, again, was leaping around in the inch of snow, barking out his pleasure in rolling in it. Kenzie had to laugh at her small dog. She always hated them, but Bowser just happened to be different. Kenzie bent over, stretching out her muscles before calling to Bowser, and bounding off into a slow leisurely jog. She had never been too big a fan of exercising, but when the time comes, the time comes. If only she just had someone to keep her company for it, beside Bowser. Ah well, it had to be done either way.
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