He peeked around the door frame, “Have a great day, my stud!”
I urgently pleaded, “Screw it all Evan and come back to bed.”
“I can’t, you know the re-election plan…” And with that, he locked me into his ‘closet.’
I pulled the sheets to my face and inhaled deeply, trying to salvage any remnants of last night.
Ka-chick! Ka-chick! Ka-chick! The silence was shattered by a thousand cameras popping like machine gun fire along the frontlines.
In the street, a fundamental conservative persona lay bleeding and battered. Did he really think I was going to keep him secret?
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