Suck Me Dry
she says encouragingly while pulling out different documents from a file to put them on the table.
Oh, she will be so fired soon.
“So, let us start with this,” she pushes the first form over the table, and I put a finger on it to pull it closer while starting to read it.
“Oh, you are a Taurus, right?”
I blink a few times as her question finally reaches my brain, but it takes me a few heartbeats to understand what she means. “Ah, yes. twenty-eighth of April, yes. And you are?”
I’m not really into this star-thingy, pseudo-science, but I know how crucial it can be to a woman and how desperately I need to be on good terms with this one.
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