The bank.
There are more employees than customers but still there is a line. The woman ahead of me, frumpy but still clad in leather, says "What is this shit!" I step forward. We touch. She does not turn around. I step closer. She falls forward. Her front teeth rip the man in front of her's flannel shirt. He is wearing a helmet. Kinda like mine! I shrug. He turns to the woman, who glares- at him, not me. She hasn't looked at me. I bend to help her up but the flannel guy gets there first, holding her wrist gently in his big, grimy hand. She doesn't say thank you. I begin to wonder what her problem is and how I might translate it into the type of anal sex that is fun but still not a jailable offense. When she is on her feet I step to her again. This time I say as smoothly and quietly as I can, "Can I have some of your money?" I touch her hip. She shakes her head and her hair brushes my mouth. Even quieter I say, "Can I fuck your ass?" She nods. Then it is her turn.
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