Mike
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You're laying on your stomach on your bed, in your 'work' room. The walls are covered in light pink, the room equally decorated in feminine style, lace, pink, white, flowers. And of course, candles. Your attention is lost from the magazine, as a cough sounds outs from your side, from the window sill.
Mike coughs repeatedly, from the smoke of his cigarette. You see his bare back flex as his body twitches. Mike breathes out the last of the smoke, and looks over at you, as he puts his cigarette out into the ash tray. His grey sweatbands hang off of his hips, revealing his happy trail and six pack.