[ Karl is snapping on his gloves, one after the other, though that motion slows when she says the phrase 'who hits people' because fucking christ, what's today — fucking Christmas? A girl with that kind of bone structure and tits that are just asking for it and it's a shame she isn't a brunette because you know, sweetheart, you remind me of my wife; and I fucking loved my wife. He doesn't look at her straight away, just continues ripping open packets and threading needles, though he's got to shift his weight cause just the thought makes him hard and this isn't the time or the place.
(—bet the bitch is frigid; bet she'll laugh if I ask; bet she thinks she's too good for my kind of fuck—)
When he eventually looks up, gauze in hand, he gives her a brief little smile (neutral, like this is no big deal). ] Well that 's definitely a first. And I've seen a lotta shit. But you don't look the type — no offense.
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(—bet the bitch is frigid; bet she'll laugh if I ask; bet she thinks she's too good for my kind of fuck—)
When he eventually looks up, gauze in hand, he gives her a brief little smile (neutral, like this is no big deal). ] Well that 's definitely a first. And I've seen a lotta shit. But you don't look the type — no offense.