I made a big show of checking my cellphone again to see if there was a text of voicemail messages from the imaginary Larissa. ‘That sounds divine! B...t…’ my eyes clouded for a moment. ‘maybe instead of going upstairs we could go to my apartment? I’ve got food in the frig and some drinks, Phil.’ Phil was his name. He thought my name was Mary. The guy was surprised. ‘Where do you live?’ he asked, thinking it would be close. He was leaning over my now, our heads close together. I named a street. As soon as that bottle was done, she washed that out as well.At 12:45 Ryan came in for a lunch break, which he fixed himself. Instead of being a footrest, she was his table while he went back to work. She knew that from 1 pm to 1:30 she was to be a very quite and still table. Besides, tables don’t move or talk. For the next thirty minutes, she lay on top of Ryans’ desk and became a table. Once the thirty minutes was up, she waited for him to let her down, and take his dishes away.“Oh Kylie, you. More

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