Reality Porn Blogs: Peeingmania going to show them to Tim? Please no! I don't have any money, though. What do you want?" I was getting a little tired of my hysterical woman role and wanted him to cut to the chase. Hopefully it involved him and me and a tub of chocolate sauce, since I was pretty sure he was my watcher from last year.
"This isn't about money... I know you're a slut..." he waited for my reaction. I gasped accordingly (while thinking "and...?").
"I want you to meet me at my fraternity house tonight at seven. Here's my address. I'll tell you more when you get there." Guess he didn't live across the road anymore. And with such cheesy dialogue, it was a good thing he was cute. Any second now, he was going to tell me to "come alone."
