I tried to put the phone down, but as I looked down, I found myself writing another text:
“If you’ll have me, I’ll be your play-thing, eager to serve you and Eric in whatever manner you wish.”
I stared at the words for a long moment, almost in disbelief at having written those words. Yet my heart knew it was true. Not a minute after having pressed SEND, I got another text, again from Amanda.
“Eric and I will have a friend over for dinner next Friday. We’d love for you to come over, and I think our friend will love you as much as me and Eric do. She’s almost as beautiful as you are.”
Next Friday couldn’t come soon enough.
THE END?
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