He started to seduce me. It was in fun. Flexing his muscles, which he knows I find hard to resist. We were laughing and kissing. Laughing and kissing. Then I remembered I was in the middle of something, so I told him no. No, I wont just drop everything because he wants to fuck. We talked about it. He started to get angry. Half an hour later he was still pissed off (offended?) and we fought about it. He punched the wall. Twice. Twice! Wouldn't his fist hurt after the first time? I always thought punching the wall was something you did once and then felt silly about after. Anyway. He went for a drive. I don't owe him fucking anything. |
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