6

"Kane!! Where are you taking me?" blindfolded and giggling, the brunette (Jane? Joanna? Jasmine?) on his right tugged at his shirt.

"Well, its for me to know and for you," he kissed her. "To find out."

He took a step back and looked at her. Tall, brunette, all boobs, all ass, no brains. Perfect. But she wasn't Miranda. The brown hair and green eyes looked promising a few hours ago. But now, it looked like a cheap imitation of what he really wanted. Still, she was hot, and he needed someone easy.

"Kane," She giggled again. "Why are we stopping? Are we there yet?" Her voice smooth and deep, and it reminded him of Miranda.

"No," His smile fading from his voice. "Hold on alright?" He shut her up with a kiss.

"Mmmmm, alright." She smiled.

He lead her through the familiar empty hall of the school, only guiding her by her hand in his. He stopped at a door which wrote "Janitor's Closet." He opened the door. The smell of sandalwood and rose hit their noses. The brunette by his side sniffed and smile.

"That smells awesome," she smiled.

"And it gets even better," Kane replied, as he lead her into a romantic bliss.