In her day-to-day life, Janie looked like the kind of girl that would be good at sex, or at least that she could easily arrange for as many practice sessions as she wanted. Being pretty had opened some doors for her, and helped her out of some rough situations in the past. Now, as she lay motionless with the dead-weight of his body pushing her face into the carpet Janie thought that maybe, for the first time ever, she was in over her head. She knew she had to get out before he woke up.
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