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July 13, 2004
Oh, John. John with the handsome face and great hair. John from 1997! What was I thinking, not fucking you on our third date? What was I waiting for? We had a fantastic dinner, wine, and were on my private deck enjoying the warm summer air and the moonlight, and you were trying to enjoy my ass by rubbing your cock against it. Through my short dress, yes, but only because you were a gentleman. And I was pretending to be a lady.

Who the hell did I think I was kidding, acting like a girl who followed "The Rules"?