That was how it began I suppose - the fantasies. With him so engrossed in his papers and me engrossed in him. ... "I'm not gay." I tell her, knowing she won't believe me. I was never a good liar. She huffs, tugs me up from the ground and spins me until my body is touching hers. "What the hell-" I hiss, but then stop myself. She purses her lips, moving toward my ear. "He's watching." ... • Mature themes •All Rights Reserved
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