The night I met him, he offered me a line of coke, which I declined and accidentally knocked down behind the seat of his truck with the sweep of my hand, which pissed him off. I probably should have walked away right then, but I was twenty-five years old and he was lovely, so I kept seeing him anyway. His house was amazing. Cool old mohair sofas, hardwood floors and tastefully decorated. I told him that his house felt like home, and he replied, "every woman I bring here says that."
Posted on: Wed, 09 Oct 2013 05:01:50 +0000
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