Written 9:17am, 06 June 2020, Saturday:
I’ve entered a bedroom, dimly lit. There’s the woman from “Altered Carbon,” Quell. She’s wearing this bright purple-white swirl tight shorts and top, and lying o the side of the bed. I lie close to her, kiss her on the neck. She says to me something like, you may need a breath-mint. I took that not as a rebuff, just got up and was gonna go to the bathroom to brush my teeth, but then she held me, or took my hand. It’s hazy, and then we’re in the bathroom. She’s on all fours and I’m behind her. I make some sort of sound, a heaving grunt, then I try to take off her tight shorts. She helps me pulling it down, and she also makes a sound, like of discomfort as she pulls down her shorts because they were too tight.
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