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ashockingbitch) wrote2008-04-09 06:36 am
ashockingbitch) wrote2008-04-09 06:36 am
Room 401, Monday Morning
Jenny...woke up a guy. "Well," she mused. "Second time for everything." She hoped she was cute this time. Fifteen-year-old boys, you never knew. She pondered the situation for a long moment. There were important questions to be answered, after all. Cig first, then wank, or wank first, then cig? She finally decided on a wank. The dick might not last, after all, but cigarettes were forever, and especially for post-orgasm. And it was always interesting to see how the other half lived.
For once, she was actually glad Claire had gone home. Poor dear probably would've been traumatized.
((...look, he's blond and was once photographed wearing a Union Jack waistcoat. And my sense of humor is bizarre.))
For once, she was actually glad Claire had gone home. Poor dear probably would've been traumatized.
((...look, he's blond and was once photographed wearing a Union Jack waistcoat. And my sense of humor is bizarre.))