A willing slave
“Not even if I was a dyke, come on this needs to stop. This is getting pathetic.” Here I was again begging Kelly to give me a chance. Anne, Liz, and Stephanie had all left and we were the last two of the friend group at the bar and as soon as everyone else had left I just couldn’t stop asking her out. It seemed like every time I had her alone I would confess my feelings, or I guess restate them as she’d known for quite some time and had repeatedly stated her non-interest, usually in an...
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