So, next weekend is it. But I have this nagging feeling she'll change her mind, damn it.
United States Constitution, Article I, Section 9, Clause 8: "No Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall, without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument, Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince, or foreign State."
Sunday, May 24, 2026
Well, I'm still drinking way too much alcohol; drank a Bloody Mary for the second consecutive day. But hey, at least ****e finally got back to me this morning. It would've been too late anyway, but she said next weekend would be better. And then she sexted me a picture of herself in a dress with convenient holes, shall we say.
Labels:
best laid plans,
communication,
drinks,
fear,
nudity,
perverted,
too late
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