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Chapter #8
"My head, just like yours!"
by: Unknown
"How about you cut my head off under the chin, that way we can be matching!" Anna suggests, raising her chin to the ceiling and exposing her slender neck to you.
"Alright." You say, bringing the sword up to her neck. "Catch!" You say, quickly whipping the blade through her in one quick motion. Unfortunately you didn't really think about the mechanics of that, as Anna's head rolls backwards rather than forwards due to weight and she begins to fall. You are both very lucky that she had already been backed up to the counter so her fall wasn't too far, though she still curses in pain as she hits the counter top.
"Careful Terrance, you could've really hurt me!" She said, her body reflexively reaching up to rub the back of her head. She herself finds the humor in that and begins laughing at herself. "Just be a little more delicate, alright?" She told you in a more relaxed manner. You agree and set the rapier down before reaching around Anna's back and picking up her head with your right hand. You tuck it into the crook of your arm just like you were currently doing with your own head and you step back, allowing the two of you to admire Anna's naked form.
She teasingly posed herself in many ways, getting a rise out out of you in multiple senses of the word. "Call me a narcissist if you want, but damn do I look good!" She says, admiring herself. You don't argue as it isn't really narcissism if it's true, is it? Anna then ponders "Hey Terrance, do you know what would be fun? Why don't we try...
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