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I opened the door, and asked how she’d found my apartment. She said she had her ways, and I replied that I didn’t doubt it. Her smile widened, almost imperceptibly, at that. Then I asked if I could do anything for her, which prompted her to get right to the point.
“You can fuck me, good and long,” she said softly.
I studied her face intently. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I asked.
In reply, she nodded, chewing her lower lip like a naughty schoolgirl.
Heart Killer, Andy Nowicki