Long enough to get myself in tro- where did you get that cookie?
[ While he isn't entirely sure if the little pastry he'd consumed was the culprit behind why his brain wanted nothing but to think about sex, he's pretty certain it had something to do with it, because it's not something he'd normally be thinking about. If his was in part responsible for those thoughts, though, what about hers? Did it come from the same stand? Was there the potential for cross-contamination? Would she like to be cross-contaminated on that bench over there? What about over by that empty table? On the empty table? Will his brain kindly just shut up already?
Burying his face in one hand in an effort to hide both the colour creeping into his face and any chance of his thoughts being broadcast on his face, Keith takes a deep breath and gives an audible sigh. He's half afraid of what might come out of his mouth the longer this goes on! ]
Please tell me it didn't come from the old lady's booth.
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[ While he isn't entirely sure if the little pastry he'd consumed was the culprit behind why his brain wanted nothing but to think about sex, he's pretty certain it had something to do with it, because it's not something he'd normally be thinking about. If his was in part responsible for those thoughts, though, what about hers? Did it come from the same stand? Was there the potential for cross-contamination? Would she like to be cross-contaminated on that bench over there? What about over by that empty table? On the empty table? Will his brain kindly just shut up already?
Burying his face in one hand in an effort to hide both the colour creeping into his face and any chance of his thoughts being broadcast on his face, Keith takes a deep breath and gives an audible sigh. He's half afraid of what might come out of his mouth the longer this goes on! ]
Please tell me it didn't come from the old lady's booth.