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I was sitting at my friend's kitchen table when a text comes in from one of my men. "Take a last-minute trip to me."
"NO way!" I reply.
"Please baby come to me and make me happy." Don begs.
"Fine love. I can be there tomorrow." I say.
Don is usually my sweet good boy. The one who loves me nice, slow, and with feeling. But I have a feeling this time