Of course she would be bending over to retrieve her cell-phone charger from the basket under the table. And of course she would be wearing the fucking yoga pants while doing so. And of course this greasy man with a damn beard would be checking out her ass. And of course she would stand back up and be oblivious to the entire exchange. “Hey, Tess, why don’t you go in the bedroom until it’s fixed,” I say. “It’s warmer in there.” “No, I’m okay. I’ll stay out here with you.” She shrugs and sits down on the chair. My patience is wearing thin, and when she lifts her arms behind her head to tie her
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Yes how dare she exist in her own house
