Ohhh, look who’s back, you pathetic, drooling gooner. Couldn’t stay away, could you? One glimpse of me—blonde waves tumbling over this stupidly think pink top that’s so thin my hard nipples are practically cutting through it, tiny pleated skirt barely…

Oh fuck, you have no idea how dripping wet I got the second I pulled you into that dark little back room at the bar. One minute we’re flirting over drinks, the next I’ve got you shoved against the wall…