“Please explain to me how my having sex has anything to do with my quality as a roommate?” She brushes her hands over her cream pantsuit. The gorgeous fabric ripples under her touch. “It’s like coming home to a sad cat lady with no cats, and it’s progressively making your aura suck. You need a good O to bring back some life to those cheeks.” “A good O,” I repeat, taking a small sip of my drink and turning back toward my paused Hallmark movie. “I get those every Friday, thank you.” It’s the truth, I really do. In fact, I actually have an assortment of toys—all ordered from a discreet shipping
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