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Late one night, Lo got a text from Robert. “Can I come over?” it read.
We were in bed. I was reading. She was looking at who-knows-what on her phone. She showed me the text.
“It’s rather late, is it not? What’s he want?”
“Do you want me to find out?”
“Sure.”
“Cum over whom?” she texted back.
“Ha ha,” he wrote. “You read my mind.”
“You’re hard up and you just want to come here and use me?” she texted back.
There was no response for a while, just ellipses displayed on the phone screen as if he was texting and then deleting his text, not sure what to say. Lo texted him, “Is that it?”
Finally he responded with, “Well. . .”
“Then say it,” she demanded.”
“I’m hard up and I want to come over and use your sweet body,” he texted.
She was fingering herself now. Lo loves to be longed for. “Good boy,” she wrote. “HH is here.”
“Is it ok with him?” he asked.
“Is it ok with you?” Lo asked me.
“If you want to,” I said, “then I’m fine with it.”
“Drive fast,” she wrote to Robert.