The Pilotside Chronicle

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As soon as it was over, he immediately re-buttoned his pants, which she had declined to take off earlier. I don’t think she remembered to zip them up though. She took three big steps to the door and quietly and shyly said ”Uh, this was… nice. I probably need to go, sorry.”
Which sucks, because I wanted to cuddle. Aftercare is important.

I slid my panties back on, knowing these ones were probably bound for the trash, to be honest. Like I said there was a LOT. I went out after him, trying to see if I could at least get his contact information. On the way out I passed by Threep.
”So, you fuck ’em so hard the machine started working again?”
”No. But it was fun, and he seemed nice.”
”I don’t know why I thought that mighta fixed it.”

She let out a quiet sigh. ”You should go after that guy, by the way. He ran out all sad and shit.”
”Could I borrow two tickets real quick?”
”Sure!” she said, sliding a couple over from the big spool I had given her earlier. ”It’s not like they’re worth anything.”

Meanwhile, outside, Martin was on the ground, muttering to himself. I only heard the tail end of it. ”My life is ruined. My life is ruined and I deserve it.”
Yeah.
Yeah, really. Her religion was SUPER fucked up. Not to get ahead of myself but I eventually got to hear about it in detail and it was DEFINITELY a cult. I think they eventually got their tax exempt status revoked, which doesn’t seem easy to have happen.