”Several seconds passed, and the typewriter started moving again.You should go there. You can get help.“Oh really? Who’s gonna help me? You? The...guy who lives there?”Someone will help, it told her. This man will not help you.“What do you know, you’re just a magic clock. Speaking of which, what are you exactly? Why did you come here?”I needed fixing, the clock told her.“Why did I have to fix you?” Dana stood up and walked over to her dresser. She opened up her drawers and began pulling out. It was torture, and the waiting for her to arrive was even more so. He was already in the room, and the door was unlocked—-and although Tammy wasn’t due to arrive for another thirty minutes, John’s mind was racing. All the teasing, all the chatting—–what was to come had his nerves on fire. He felt like a man of 20 again, and he couldn’t wait to show it to her. Out of boredom and nervousness, John peeled his clothes off and made a quick jump into the shower. He wanted everything to be perfect,. More

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