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You can still taste the cloying sweetness in the deepest corners of your mouth, can still feel your heart artificially spurred on, like the drum driving the galley of your libido relentlessly forward - god, you're tired now.. your metaphors are getting dumber and dumber.

In any case, you've been **** and the wise thing would be to figure out with what - before you encounter any unfortunate side effects. Now that the thought has occured to you, it's hard to get rid of it; still, you manage to sound somewhat casual as you ask Dharma.

Your words however, only manage to summon a furrow at her brow.

"No idea!" she replies casually, like the situation doesn't really affect her at all.. repeatedly.. genitally.. However she must've read your disappointment in your features, because she carries on conspiratorally:

"I mean, these hags would probably have you believe that it's made with a special, local flower only found by a small spring, deep in the woods or some shit, but it's probably just a few pops of viagra dissolved in red bull or something."

Her grin widens and she leans her elbows on your chest, coquettishly placing her head in her hands, very close to yours.

"Me though, I'm honest with you." she smirks, "but that's only because we share such a very special connection."

She leasurely bounces her pelvis a few times, as if to underscore her pun.