making up for being late
As the clock reached 5PM on Friday afternoon I was out the office door. It had been a week since my girlfriend and I had made love for the first time. We had communicated in almost every way since Sunday afternoon, but we hadn’t seen each other all week. Through our exchanges during the week, I knew she had had a rough week. Thursday morning she had sent me a text and asked if we could just grab a quick bite to eat and hang out at her place Friday evening. I didn’t really have a problem...