It's Officially Not A Nipple
It's already happened five more times while I was on break with Kelly. I was checked out by two guys while getting dinner. One at the local QT. And two more while walking back into the station...one of which was bellowing catcalls from across the goddamn street.
I have a different shirt on. Did a nipple check before I left the house. I've taken a shower. Check for funny smells that may attract creatures of the opposite sex. Applied new makeup. New bra. New panties. Everything.
So what the fuck is going on?!
When posing this question to Chris she answered, "It's pharamones. They can smell it. It's like dogs. You're just a bitch in heat."
"I think its horny for people."
"In heat. Horny. Whateva. It's all the same."
"You say poe-tay-toes, I say pa-tah-toes."
"Exactly. Horny bitch."
I have a different shirt on. Did a nipple check before I left the house. I've taken a shower. Check for funny smells that may attract creatures of the opposite sex. Applied new makeup. New bra. New panties. Everything.
So what the fuck is going on?!
When posing this question to Chris she answered, "It's pharamones. They can smell it. It's like dogs. You're just a bitch in heat."
"I think its horny for people."
"In heat. Horny. Whateva. It's all the same."
"You say poe-tay-toes, I say pa-tah-toes."
"Exactly. Horny bitch."
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