Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2017 17:06:34 +0100 From: Chaz K Subject: New cunt 2 Ah fuck. How much spit did I drool to stick my face this hard to the sheets? Smells like cunt too. Yeah, it's all falling into place. I passed out tonguing her. Shit, that's a first. Glued by cunt juices. Ha. I grab for my wallet and phone. I have to lick and dry my thumb to navigate the touch screen. Ten messages. Wtf. Open. "thank you Sir thank you Sir thank you Sir." The number is saved as "fag", and I remember. "no problem dickhead." That's all the reply I can muster until I've had a sandwich. I knock on the lass' head until she wakes up. "make me a sandwich", I say. 'bacon, ideally, but whatever". A moment too much of hesitancy, I'll remember that, and she trotters off to the kitchen. "I'm gonna need a lift in about twenty minutes. Arrange it." I message, along with the address.