You Know Me

By Rebecca Milton

I know what you’re thinking, I know this girl. Maybe not me personally but, you think you know my type, my story, the essence of me. I am storybook trite, you think. Poor little ugly duckling girl who was put through the wringer as a kid and now, she’s all grown up, she’s confident ... she’s a pain in the ass. You’ve seen me time and time again, right? I’m a dime a dozen, aren’t I? My story has been told so often that you don’t need to hear it again, you’ve been there, seen that and now, you just want to walk on by.

You know me. I love that. No, really, I do. You know why? Because the minute you think you know me, have me pegged, figured out, that’s the minute that I will surprise you. And, when I say surprise, it has nothing to do with hats and horns and cake. When I surprise you ... you won’t forget it. You think you know me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AmorBooks.com
• Release date: Jan 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005639013

Rebecca Milton

Rebecca Milton writes sizzling erotica and romance for the thinking person. On her free time she enjoys taking her Alaskan Malamute for long, long walks. He enjoys it too.

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You Know Me

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Rebecca Milton

Copyright 2022 Rebecca Milton

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When I was a young girl, in school still, in the stages of wondering what I would become, who I would be, life was not that grand. When you’re a kid, and your teeth are weird, and your boobs don't seem to want to arrive, and all the other girls seem to be blossoming around you like a spring field full of boobs and style, you have little hope for the old ugly duckling effect.

I guess the good part was, no one really saw me. I sort of disappeared into the wall, the gray of the lockers in the halls. I had very few friends because being social seemed to be a skill that others magically attained while I missed that particular class and remained awkward and shy. The few friends I had, I clung to with a desperation that was probably not healthy. I had known them for all my life and, without them, I would be totally alone. I took comfort in them and figured that some day, myself and my handful of friends would become the kind of people that everyone would want to know. I truly believed that. That belief got me through most of high school, until …

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It was the summer heading into our senior year. I had been away with my parents, the usual summer vacation to our cottage in the woods. I was miserable as my older brother had