Truth or dare
He: What dare would you give me if I refused to tell the truth about something ?
(I want her to flirt with me)
She: What do you want?)
And I am not cruel hey)
He: (If I make an s 'n' m reference she might send me a photo of her in a leather cat suit like Suzy Quattro, With her zip undone to the end)
Shame, I like a bit of cruelty
(Shock and protest?)
She: I know
He: She knows?
(Didn't expect that)
She:Sometimes I think I know you better than I could think about it )
He: That's encouraging, I want her to know me intimately and even to persuade me how to open the wardrobe door and let the girl out
So you don't want to elicit any more truths from me? (I'm saying this so she'll say, yes, I want.
Dear diary,
Phew, today was sticky.
No more truth please. I'm good at dares. Dares are easy. Take your pants off, drink the poison, slap the monkey, jump off the bridge. But telling the truth is a painful thing
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