The Games We Play
“Anytime now, Patty!”
Leah felt like a schoolgirl, anxious to confess an infatuation. She had never felt this excited in her life. Make-believe stomach butterflies steered about in her insides. It felt exhilarating- like she was in her 20s again. Undoubtedly, it made her horny.
In less than a minute, the door clicked open. By the doorway stood an unprepared Patrick Sylas. Leah took off her glasses. Beaming flirtatiously, she winked her emerald eyes. Sylas' eyes readjusted from awe to apathy.