An Impromptu Encounter
Last night I came over to your house and spent the night. You did not request my presence, nor did I
solicit any sort of invitation. Despite your standoffish demeanor, I welcomed the introduction of the interpersonal lubrication that would ease you through this uncouth meeting. We drank
innumerable beers as we lay entwined in your disheveled bed. I found some iced tea and furtively added a generous dose of the liquor I had been concealing in my purse. I gently introduced this
slippery supplement, my adulterous intentions entirely flagrant.With your knowledge and consent of no consequence, we drank more, both of us now entirely devoid of response and numb to
sensation. My drink disappeared abruptly, much to my dismay. I gradually became conscious of the fact that I had been spilling it all over your sheets for some time now. Somehow you didn’t notice.
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