“Recently, a photo was published online of you in a bookstore with a redheaded young woman. May I ask if she's someone special to you?” “You're asking if I have a girlfriend?” I say as I cap the pen in my hand and lean back, knocking the messed up t-shirt to the floor. I lean down to pick it up, dragging it into my lap and rubbing my thumb over the name in black ink. My body's still wired up and hot from our threesome in the hallway, my cock half-hard again, my nipples pebbled beneath the pale pink t-shirt I've got on. “We're all dying to know,” Bridget says, grinning excitedly when Michael
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