It was hot that Friday afternoon in April when I walked East on Kinzie. The dry spring heat and cloudless sky made me sweat, but that was the last thing I wanted to do. On the first time, I did not want to show up sweaty, or worse, with a trace of B.O. As if that was my primary concern. You never know what you're getting yourself into the first time and I was full of anxiety, nerves, questioning my judgment, should I have taken the afternoon off from work, and no wonder my pecker was hiding in my pants practically in hibernation. We conferred a few days before and she told me there would be 'surprises', so what was that supposed to mean? Surprises? What am I getting into this time? Does she want to
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