Clevername
She had a collection of books and magazines thrown around the apartment, advertising weight loss and hair growth and larger lips, breast and buts. I climbed over them gingerly as if afraid to knock them over. Like if they touched the floor it would be the same as burning a bible.
His intent was obvious, just as mine was. We intended to walk away from this with no strings attached, with no feelings mucking up out lives. This was stress relief. Nothing more. We were just having a good time. That was the intent.