The theatre was old and the chairs showed their age: their undersides scratched, cement-colored paint rubbed away around the edges, exposing the metal beneath. The red velvet insides looked the color of dried blood in the hazy pre-film light. The man pulled his aisle seat down like a lever and sat, grimacing at the lumpiness…

Working Through the Interruptions

Kate: I’m feeling horny…(devil emoji) Jim: Excellent. What does that mean for me? (smiley emoji) Kate: Don’t know yet…something like a blowjob… Jim: Something LIKE a blowjob? Kate: Well…no…an actual blowjob. Jim: Elaborate. Kate: Well, first, I’d unzip your jeans, but I’d keep eye contact the whole time…I love it when you just stare into my eyes……

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