A Modern Roman Holiday
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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She was disoriented when they woke to the banging on the door. Molly Rose quickly, wearing just her tea and panties, hesitating only a moment whether she should put on a pair of jeans. But the incessant pounding on the door came again. So Jess also stood on shaky legs and followed her to the door. Jessica! Jessica! I know you're in there. Open up. Oh, ****! Just said with a tremble in her voice it's him, Molly. Thread the chain and opened the door A crack to see who was there. Who the **** are you? A stocky man in suit and tie stood just outside, cursing at her face, red veins pulsing in his temples through a crack in the door. She could smell alcohol on his breath. Molly blanched This guy, whoever he was, was ****** as ****. He yelled through the crack door. Open up, *****! Open the ******* door! I'll break it open. Molly was incredulous. No one ever spoke to her like this. He didn't even know who she was. How dare he? What do you want? Do you realize what time it is? Thrusting his bulk forward, the chain snapped and the door burst open as Molly jumped back, almost knocking Jess down in the process. He stood there, red faced, contorted and enraged. He yelled at Jessica over Molly's shoulder. His focus on her was acute. I should have guessed. You're a ******* ****. It's no wonder you show no interest in any of the men we set you up with. And who the **** are you? He looked Molly up and down. Even her beauty had no effect on him to distract or a piece. She knew it right away that this guy was big trouble raising his left arm. He brushed Molly aside and stepped in, confronting Jessica at close range. She was about to be struck and knew it and raised her hands like a boxer. Molly grabbed his shoulders from behind, taking tight hold of his button suit jacket. She pulled him back and down, getting his jacket tight around his elbows and tying him up in the fabric, just stepped forward and jammed her knee into his crotch. Brad eaten, the president of top model, groaned and fell to his knees on the floor at her feet, his hands grabbing his private parts, still holding him by his jacket, Molly pulled his body out into the hall and dumped him, turned and quickly step back into their room. Locking the door. She strode to Jessica and took her in her arms. She was shaking. She could feel just shaking hard in her arms, placing her chin on her shoulder. She squeezed tight and said, almost in awe. You're quick on your feet. That was a great reaction. Sweetie just tried to relax in her hold, taking a deep breath and discarding the victims had been made to feel there was real security in Mali's arms, her affectionate embrace. It was over. The threat had passed. Is he the guy that screwing with your head? Molly asked. He's the guy. Molly pulled apart and looked in her eyes, checking to see if she was truly okay. They looked at one another for moments, the taller girl with concern, the younger girl with gratitude. And that's when Molly leaned forward, gluing their lips together. Jessica's eyes flew open in surprise, then closed as she pressed forward to kiss her back. They stood in place for a long time, Jess running her hands around her friend and circling them around her back as Molly cradled her head and kissed her all over her face and neck. It took only moments for her frilly red Brazil to be unhooked as she was navigated back to the bed, where they both fell together onto the mattress in each other's arms.