En France The Confessions
Fizzy energy rippled through my body, I wanted to leave my desk, get out, and just walk. Staring at my screen, flashbacks of last night pestered my restless mind. Aggravated by the industrious silence, constrained by cream walls and utilitarian furniture, I had to escape. Anne-Pierre liked games and last night was her best one yet. Almost two weeks, five encounters, I thought I had the measure of her; then came the sucker punch. Sat in my office chair, weary muscles pleaded for freedom. ...
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