I grabbed my friend from the drawer, pulled my skirt up and sat back down at the computer. I could get him in bed, I’m sure of it. Xxx “Shhhh!” I hushed, looking at the window to see his wife still doing the dishes. I’m not even on the pill. I imagined his wife as a frumpy, chubby thing, hips wide from popping out his redneck kids, face rough and tired from years of raising them. I wrote the email, erasing it several times and starting over to get the wording just right. Suddenly, my whole body convulsed with pleasure and I began to gasp loudly. “Ohhhhh! email sux im me at xxxxxx’
I eventually figured out what ‘im me’ means and created an instant messaging account and sent him a message from my phone.
