It's all over between me and Genny. She wanted to relegate me to that expansive circle of acquaintances that includes, oh, Satan, Saddam Hussein, Herman Munster, the Elephant Man.
That's right; we're "just friends."
Ok, so I have to regret the passage of the cheesecake without having more than sampled the crust. But what can I say. I like to lick my lips, fondle the fork, toy with the topping, before committing the irrevocable act of Tasting.
Well, I could have picked up on the signals better I suppose:
Like when she said, "What do you want to happen tonight?"
That was my cue to say, "Whatever you want to happen."
"You make me so wet."
"I want you to feel comfortable touching my breasts. "
"Tell me if I do anything you don't like," (followed by a quick fondling of my penis).
"You have a wonderful penis."
"Let's get stoned and forget all our sensibilities."
Ok, do you think she wanted me?
Now, thanks to my quadmate, Ed, I know the difference between a bitch and a slut:
"A slut is a girl who fucks everybody; a bitch is a girl who fucks everybody but you."
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