How Awkwardness Doomed the World

“Randall,” Kelly says, “You have to tell me which button to press! Hurry!” I can’t concentrate and all I can see are Kelly’s grapefruits swinging under her blouse, and I’m hypnotized by her bright red bra—lacey and thin, brand new— 36C.

My mouth drops open and says red and the grapefruits are gone. Kelly trots across the room to the control panel, her breasts bouncing. The siren starts. I snap out of it. Think Oh shit.

“What did you do?” I say.

“I pushed the red one,” she says, “That’s what you said!”

“Damn!,” I say, “I meant black!”

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Title by: Jacks
Story by: Jeremy

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