The party was for one of my poker buddies, and she was his cousin. Her lips tasted of wine, although considering how much she had drunk over the evening that was to be expected. We tried to adjourn to a guest bedroom, but after we were interrupted by someone looking for the bathroom, she practically dragged me to her place down the street.
The time it took to hurry there was just long enough for me to wonder out loud if we should be doing this.
She gave me a choice, come inside or leave.
I stand by my choice.
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