novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- boxes one and he was fascinated by my breasts. he snuck a hand under my shirt as we were watching the al gore documentary -- only he would hit on you during such a film -- and ran his fingertips over the cup of my right breast until i stopped him. "it doesn't have to mean anything." ah, it doesn't. and it doesn't have to mean anything that i don't want somebody feeling me up during the al gore documentary, either. i made him drive me back to my car, parked blocks and blocks away from earlier in the day. before we left his apartment i turned to him, lifted up my shirt, and said, "say goodbye!" he shrugged and snapped my strap. then we were satisfied, each back in platonic little kid land, which is where i like to live when i'm hanging out with him. 5:05 pm - 01.04.07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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