Francis popped up for a visit. Annie was not opposed to having a little fun, but she just didn’t want it to be at her expense or the expense of others, especially with Francis around.
Francis: “Where can I put my things?”
Annie: “In the guest bedroom.”
The air between them settled into the night, inviting in the corruption of the day. Annie felt herself suffocating from Francis’ presence. His breathing drove her insane.
Francis: “You gotta light?”
Annie: “You know I don’t smoke.”
Francis: “Oh, yeah. Sucks to be you.”
Annie closed her eyes and counted to ten.
A Cornered Gurl 
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