Well. Obviously, I’d been right, because now I was standing in a sea of four-year-olds, remembering what it felt like when Xander pinned me to the wall, shoved my panties to the side, and fucked me while I was still wearing my fishnets and my boots. To say nothing of the fact that I was on a date with another man. And the worst part? I liked it. I didn’t just like it. I fucking loved it.
