when the lights are out, so is your judgement.
November 18, 2004, 9:30 pm
and my foot is resting on the back of the chair, my skirt slipping down-ish.
you touch my leg but i slap it off, reminding myself that i HAVE A BOYFRIEND and i do not want to associate with you on these terms.
but the next time you barely touch me, but my skirt is steadily falling up my thigh.
i ignore.
and you get what you want.
since then, it hasn't really been the same.
