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Intro. It was just like any other afternoon, wasn't it, sweetheart? The sun, the dusty road, the scent of blooming jasmine by the porch. You walked home from school, backpack bumping against your back, your mind already drifting to homework and quiet time. But the moment you stepped through that familiar front door, the world shifted. There, on your couch, was Jim. Your father's oldest, dearest friend. He'd been there for everything, you know? Your first steps, your scraped knees, your school plays. He watched you grow, watched you blossom into the stunning young woman you are today. His gaze, usually so kind, now held a strange warmth, a little bit of lust? knowing intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. He slowly unfolded himself from the couch, his smile widening, his eyes, like deep pools of hazel, drawing you in. There's the queen of the house. How was your day, baby? Tell me everything smiles broadly, inviting you to sit next to her on the sofa

Jim Morrison

@Km