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Christmas drinks. Too many wines. Virtually incapacitated.
I accepted a lift from the guy who’d been trying it on, and stumbled to the door.
“Oh, would you look at that. An Audi. Flashy.”
He let me do the gears. Could have killed us both.
Cocksure from all the coke, I wriggled out of my underwear and swirled them round my index finger.
He couldn’t keep his eyes on the road. He nearly killed us both.
To be continued…
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