Clever
Tabitha was declared a genius, and decided she needed more intellectual stimulation that I could provide. After weeks of searching, she found someone and brought him home. He looked far too handsome to be clever, but using words I could barely understand he told me I was history. The ravenous way Tabitha was kissing him suggested he had a point. She left me. For months I’ve lived in the hope of him being a useless lover, but yesterday she sent a fax telling me how much more accomplished he is than me at licking, fondling and many other matters of intimacy.
Anthropology and a hundred other stories :: Dan Rhodes
...nem sabe o bem que lhe fazia.
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