Well, that
was a lucky escape, wasn’t it? I never
would have guessed you were so squeamish, such a prude, that you’d be
frightened off by my suggestive text.
I mean, you
started the bloody conversation in the first place; all I was doing was
entering into the spirit of it. Is it
that you’re the only one who’s allowed to be rude and lewd, that as soon as you
hear it back from a woman suddenly you’re scared? Sorry – was I supposed to act all embarrassed
and give a feminine giggle? Well, that’s
quite difficult by text. Perhaps I
should have sent you an emoticon, a yellow face with red cheeks and a shy
smile. Would that have been what you
wanted? Well, it’s all academic now, isn’t
it? I didn’t send you an emoticon, did
I? I sent you a picture of my tits. It’s been ages now and you haven’t replied.
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