“No,” Christine sobbed. “It’s– Karl, I need you.”
“Need me to do what?” He still sounded alarmed.
“I just need you. Inside me. It’s been so long.”
“Jesus. You’re crying.”
“I’m sorry. It’s stupid.” Shame filled Christine. Never in her wildest dreams had she pictured herself making a call like this, begging a man for sex.
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