November 4, 2017

Sick

My legs were up in the air. I was bored. I glanced at the clock. It was 3:47pm. 

The sun shined through the open blinds. I wished he would finish. I was draped 

over his mid-level chest of drawers; because of our height difference of one foot, 

other positions were ne...

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