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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 5:36 pm
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Sawyer Loupohl ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦Sawyer slowly shook his head at the mere thought of what might happen if he let that happen, his strong body a stark contrast to that of his lover's. His swim trunks hung on his hips, a deep V on his abdomen leading into the damp fabric. He looked nothing like the middle-aged father that he was, but he didn't care. The lawyer kept his eyes on his beloved, who was always older in his eyes. " That's never going to happen," he said, reaching into the beach bag they'd brought to pull out his cell phone. Checking the message, he narrowed his eyes before suddenly standing. " Cecil, we need to go," he said before turning the text so Cecil could see it. It was a selfie of the beauty from the day before, but there was nothing beautiful about this picture. He was beaten badly, face swollen and bruises on his cheeks and even on his neck. He tried to smile, although obviously wincing due to the painful black eye he had. It was a mess, and under the picture, all it said was, " Can't make lunch, sorry smile " ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 7:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 8:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 8:19 pm
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