Yesterday. 6:30 pm.

Me: I’m working.

Vega: I know, but I had a thought about tonight…

Me: My thought is that I’m working.

Vega: I think you should come over.

Me: What we’re dealing with here is failure to communicate.

Vega: Hang on… you should come over and rape my ass… just use me. Dump your come in me, and then shove that huge metal butt plug in me. I’ll keep it in, and we’ll go see Savages. When we get home, we can do it all again.

Me: Okay, that’s tempting.

Vega: You know you want to. And I won’t ask you to stay.

Me: Go rinse your ass. I’m on my way.

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