12. I shall inspect my slut in flesh.
As the text pops up on my iPhone (annoying, it always displays the full text), someone is sitting at my desk, and I am in a middle of reviewing something quite important.
Fuck, have they've noticed?
I push my iPhone away. The message pops up again because fucking iPhone, like a postman, always rings twice.
I am annoyed at two things.
The boldness of the message.
And the fact that I am now dripping wet and I could be looking at crystal ball not a set of numbers on my screen that suddenly stopped making any sense.
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