“I always felt weird about telling you. Don’t get mad, okay?”
At first Jenny hoped her eyes were playing tricks.
“You already have fucked up my whole life.”
He’s smiling again, hungry.
Notes on a short story.
Maybe he was part of some kind of secret memory implantation experiment by the government, something to do with his previous access to surveillance equipment at the mall.
He’d been so embarrassed they’d had to stop. It had been a few days before he felt ready for sex again.
Part three of three.
Part two of three.
A story in three parts.
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