4″I sit on the floor, crossed leg, watching the good bring set out. I keep my head down feeling like the odd one amoungst your family and their riches. I look over at you and can tell your nervous as well. I reach my hand and trap yours in mine to stop you from fidgetting. I lean down and whisper in your ear Your taste in men is horrible, you sure you want to continue?
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