Beaver by Ian Mansfield
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"You just said
it wasn't a big deal." "Even tweakers have standards." "I'm not even wearing good underwear today." "You're not supposed to be wearing any. Jeez, I guess I sound like a perv now." "Yeah, you do." She pulled her cellphone out of her purse and flipped it open. "I'm sorry," I told her. "Funny things happen in here. I promise I'll be normal when I'm back out." "Of course." She put her cellphone back in her purse. "I tell you what. You can think of me when you're beating off tonight." I looked at her sheepishly. "I couldn't do that." "You probably already do." I denied this. "It's okay. You have my blessing now." "Okay." "Sicko." She winked at me. "Will you visit again?" "Totally." "You rule." "Aww." She got up. "I'm gonna end this lovefest before you try and get in my pants again," she said, laughing as she leaned towards the glass. "And remember, think of me when you're beating it. I insist." Karen did not visit me again.[end] |
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