"Yes!" I exclaimed, successfully flipping and catching a pancake in the skillet. When my new boyfriend, an amazingly talented chef, went away for the weekend I felt like I was in the paleolithic era--hunting and gathering food. I seriously could not cook anything.
I devoured my lumpy pancakes and parked myself on the couch to watch Gilmore Girl re-runs. Saturday's were the best. There wasn't much to do except be lazy and as messy as I wanted.
I hadn't had a s****l fit in nearly 20 hours. I was out with some girlfriends last night, and as we were on the train coming home it came full force. I "not so discreetly" rode a stranger's c**k right there on the train. Thankfully there was no one else on board except a sleeping hobo.
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