My dad always told me that life begins on the other side of this here thought.

What the fuck am I even doing right now?

If you weren't thinking that every once in a while, then you ain't living.

I don't think me in a freezing studio apartment with my dick out was what he had in

mind, but it most definitely had me thinking, what the fuck am I even doing right now?

The photographer was snapping away, but this felt less like a photo shoot

and more like a game of endurance. Try not to look so uncomfortable. Says the woman wearing a

fucking coat. She snapped another picture than lowered a camera. Do you want to stop and take a break?

Nah.

Let's finish this.

When we finally did, I put my dick back in my boxes and redid my pants.

Jasmine handed me my turtleneck and socks.

I really appreciate you helping me bring my vision to life.

Thank you, Eric.

I nodded.

My teeth chattering too much to speak.

She went around the apartment,

closing the wide open windows while I put on my boots.

When I looked up, she was...

She was in front of me handing me an envelope.

I took it and thanked her.

She walked me to the front door.

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