Have fun! “You want a cold drink or something?” she asked. “See you around.”
I hopped off the porch and made my way back to the street. “You want a cold drink or something?” she asked. She slid her jeans and shirt back on to my disappointment, and looked directly at me when she spoke. My bulge was growing, I would have to bail soon. Each episode I will outline a handful of situations that our protagonist, Jack, finds himself in, and you get to choose which one he pursues. She sat back down, this time next to me, and cracked open the drinks. So if you read this and like where it is going, please vote! I didn’t know anyone around here, did I? She had shoulder length brown hair with wisps of blonde, and I became keenly aware that I didn’t have a shirt to cover the growth of my erection in my running shorts.
