If you can kill some time tomorrow, I get off at five. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me, it’s us. XXX But Maggie didn’t automatically run off, Brad noticed, and she would also have a long day at the store tomorrow. Brad kissed her long and hard through the window of her car, and copped one last feel. Should be finalized in a couple months. His dick was big and hard again and didn’t agree, but it would have to. We have to work that out.”
“Well,” Ethan said, rising up from his desk. Just seems odd, being vacant and all. Maggie took a small gift-wrapped package from the pocket of her jacket that she’d hung on the coat rack inside the front door. I know he’s younger, but, he’s so cool, we’re on the same wavelength, like it’s meant to be.
