“I’ll make it work. Diana did her best to escape the stupor she had found herself in, but it was never enough, and Gregory caught her two more times after that. She looked at him as if she was lost, and without answering verbally, she confirmed his suspicion. “Did he push you into doing what you did,” he asked. Just a walking pussy like any other. It is not,” Diana admitted, the shy smile smaller but still present, and her whole body language turned into a more closed one, coy. For real. “So I don’t mind the things you want to do to me. “I’ll make it work. He felt his life was short of excitement, short of what he looked for in someone. “I know what you want to know.”
“Do you?” He said, still sitting sideways, impassive, with his legs crossed. I mean…” She said sadly, laughing at herself, but he cut her phrase short.
