It's the weekend and I'm fucking wired.
Only as wired as the person I'm interacting with.
Left to my own devices, I'm agreeable; I'm that gardener who spends hours pruning his roses and pulling out weeds.
Seriously, I'm harmless.
'Yes, Dr. Sieman, I'll make my way there now.'
I could hear heavy breathing.
More cum stains, here we come, I thought.
