I have no fucking clue why, with everything she does or says, I feel the need to push back and give her a hard time. It's like I want her to pull out that sass, to flirt with me and make my dick hard. When she stopped to talk to that girl, I knew there wasn't a threat. The group ahead of us was walking so slowly that it was not like we were going to lose them. But something about her complete disregard for her safety makes me want to argue with her. And then she gave the girl's father, who had no ring on his finger and wouldn't stop staring at her tits, her email, and the rage boiled in my
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