My Body, My Home

My Body, My Home

 

I.

 

Can I come over tonight?

Yes

 

 

 

 

II.

 

Can I touch you?

No

 

Can I kiss you?

No

 

Can I remove your clothes?

No

 

Is this okay?

No

 

 

 

 

III.

 

but you never asked me the second part

 

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