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Friday was quiet. No men. No mythology. No strange little plot twists waiting behind a cocktail glass. I went home, cooked, and rested. Which, apparently, was the universe conserving energy. Because Saturday got loud. I found a beautiful little coffee shop downtown, ordered something delicious, opened my homework, and settled in wearing an off-white lace…
Forty eight hours. That was apparently all it took. By yesterday afternoon I was so fucking horny I could barely stand myself. Wounded Boy was supposed to be at my house by six. I got off work at five. Dinner reservations were at six thirty. Afterward, we were going to the speakeasy I have quietly…
There are suddenly too many creatures wandering around my freshly waxed forest. Okay. Freshly might be generous. It’s been a couple of weeks. Still. There seems to be an unusual amount of playmates wandering around lately. Pint Sized Mechanic, however, seems to be dawdling. This is particularly amusing considering the last time I saw him,…
