Oh my god. Do girls actually fall for this bullshit? When he ambles over like he’s Mr. Universe himself, I know the answer is yes. It makes me appreciate Hunter’s dirty candor all the more. He may be filthy, but at least he doesn’t make me want to render myself unconscious so I forget our conversations ever took place.
Gail’s heavy-handed cologne has me nigh on gagging, but I continue standing like a dim-witted moron as he reaches for a mug and places it under the nozzle. “These buttons here tell you which drink selection you can make. Can you see?” Neil Armstrong could see the buttons he’s pointing to when he landed on the moon, but I lean in close, purposely grazing his arm with my boob. Brushing back my hair, I pretend to need a moment to take in everything he just said.
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