I think I just coughed up a fucking hairball, S!!!
Fucking brilliant, you are…
S tried her very best to keep a straight face as her friend J appeared without warning at the bar. S came every evening that J was on shift to have a milkshake (even while being given weird looks by other hard-core drinking patrons who likened milkshake in a bar to whores in a sexual health seminar.
J was grinning as she slid S’s gorgeous milkshake over to her, still not having noticed S’s clenched smile, and the very pained expression on the face of the man sitting next to S – whose face was the colour of a tomato and who, on closer inspection probably would not have been able to talk even if had decided to try and do so.
J tilted her head, and her eyes trailed S’s arms down to where it was clear S had clearly grabbed a handful of this poor man’s ‘junk’ –…
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