I don’t know. D’you think? He’s pretty wide in the chest.”

The girl looked at me, and I was frozen. So I said, “Yeah. I work out.”
Violet asked me, “What are you? What’s your cup size?”
I shrugged and played along. “Like, nine and a half?” I guessed. “That’s my shoe size.”
Violet said, “I think he’d like something slinky, kind of silky.”
I said, “As long as you can stop me from rubbing myself up against a wall the whole time.”
“Okay,” said Violet, holding her hands up like she was annoyed. “Okay, the chemise last week was a mistake.

Autor: M.T. Anderson

I don’t know. D’you think? He’s pretty wide in the chest.”<br /><br />	The girl looked at me, and I was frozen. So I said, “Yeah. I work out.”<br />	Violet asked me, “What are you? What’s your cup size?”<br /> 	I shrugged and played along. “Like, nine and a half?” I guessed. “That’s my shoe size.”<br />	Violet said, “I think he’d like something slinky, kind of silky.”<br />	I said, “As long as you can stop me from rubbing myself up against a wall the whole time.”<br />	“Okay,” said Violet, holding her hands up like she was annoyed. “Okay, the chemise last week was a mistake.<br /> - M.T. Anderson


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