Brad traced an oval over and over again with his index finger on the coarse underside of his desk during the entire duration of Ashley’s presentation. She could have been talking about anything at all, and he could only think about her breasts. He imagined touching them, squeezing them with his palms while her eyes fluttered and a smile crept onto her face. The thing that thrilled him the most was the thought that he never would, though. That she was so intangible to someone like him. What are you so afraid of? He found himself saying this out loud.
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Title by: Anonymous
Story by: Jeremy
Illustration by: Jenny
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