“Don’t do it! It’s a mistake! “

Nosy, bossy friend contentedly marinates in self-righteous condescension…the stench of which ensures she won’t have to worry about making the mind-blowing sex mistake herself.

Ellie nods. It’s all she can do, after all those orgasms. She’s riding the oxytocin wave, baby. And it’s so sweet.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.