A little rape fantasy among friends. A man ran a red light. I blinked too fast and too often, but I looked at him. I didn't take his hand.
Does he try to get in here often? A couple of times, whenever Harlow or Marlowe are scheduled. I smiled back, because he was sooo right. Not often, but often enough. He was just trying to see if I'd spook.
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