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“I’m not sure I do,” I answer, sweet as saccharine

“Come now, you know a hedonist rarely resists pleasure”

The sound that leavesresponse twists and coils and bloo dick energy—wrapped in silky, seductive coating of high sexual energy—and I think I’h from the fumes!

“Thanks for the invite” I turn, quickly addressing the kinky folk on the couch, who seem a little too stunned to respond “Raincheck? I’m sure you understand, family should always coer doesn’t quite offer and get the hell out of Dodge

I al him from the bar, not quite able tohih the stylishly minimalistic foyer, down the front steps and into the afternoon spring sunshine all before you can say “straight acting Cousin Lyle to the rescue”

“Oh my God!” I turn wide-eyed to my would-be saviour as we round the corner “Can you believe that just happened?”

“I can’t believe you made me leave my cup of coffee”

“I’d say sorry exceptI didn’t make you”

“No? It ood nature to blame” His lips quirk with amusement

“Well, I, for one, am pleased you did I can’t believe that just happened I mean, I know it’s Wednesday and all, but”

“I’m not sure what the day has to do with the situation” The h to study me

“Huh not in invitation Not yet, at least But he just stares back without offering anything more “Come on, Lyle, it’s not even three o’clock!”

“I’m also not sure what the hour has to do with it”

“Are you telling ularly propositioned before weekday afternoons?” My hands suddenly find my hips as I warm to my theme