I feel dirty.
I feel like everything smells like c*m, saliva and s*x. Black gets rid of the used condom and pulls disposable clothes out of the glove compartment, offering me one.
“Thank you,” I say. “Well prepared, eh.”
"You never know," he says, getting my heart to receive a little narcissistic wound.
He got the car loaded with condoms, lube, and cleaning clothes. He also offers me a peppermint pill that I accept immediately. How many girls have already passed by your car, without being able to resist this cute snatch?
I look out the window.
"Well," he mutters, " has this round been enough?”
I have to admit that I thought the s*x thing was just a necessary stop and he had in mind to take me somewhere for us to talk or because he had the intentions of spending time with me other th
