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Enjoy the show. And the So I've been on Grinder for about 10 years, five of which were illegal and I'm not proud of it. I've had plenty of

fucked up experiences. This one in particular reminds me of when I was at a

party without my car. I was 19 in college. My phone was on 10%, but a decently hot grinder

guy said he could pick me up and we could hang out at his place before he drove me home so of course I jumped on the opportunity

anyway we got to his place and he got me pretty drunk not unusual for me but never tried to make a move

I assumed he was going to wait and just convince me to stay the night later. Finally, my phone died after about two hours. The last 1% lives a lot longer than the rest of it. I didn't even have to say anything before I noticed it was dead.

Then he stood up and said, well, let's go to the car then.

I asked if he had a charger that I could use and he just said no.

After we got in the car, he got kind of quiet and less flirty. I just spaced out and enjoyed his music and looked out through the window.

I didn't even notice that he never asked where I lived until I realized we'd been driving for over an hour.

Not even towards my house, but into the canyons, the Greater Salt Lake City, Utah area.

I asked where he was going and he just said,

I thought we could drive for a while.

Well, my drunk ass was like, okay. So anyway, to make a long story short, he ended up taking

us four to five miles, I think, down a dirt road with no signs or horses until it dead ended into this cabin with no lights on and no cars outside.

He parked and turned the car off.

That's when the dread started to creep in as I sobered up.

I said I drank too much and should probably head home. But he didn't even respond, he just sat there staring at the cabin.

Then he said,

Do you like being kinky?

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