Strideo "This time he simply fell asleep.
He used her.
Oh, hell.
He leaned up on one elbow, peering at her face. He could smell smoke and sweat in the bed. He collapsed back on the pillow, his arm over his eyes.
Oh, hell. I did the boss.
Now what? Do I pretend it didn't happen? He shook his head. Nope. It most definitely happened. It happened at least - he counted - four times?
Four?!? No way. He counted again. Well. Huh. I guess there's something to be said for abstinence. Hope she doesn't expect that performance all the time..."
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