Hang up...

"I'm sorry about that, Louisa... that sounds like a weird dream, honestly. I know it wasn't, but..."

"Max?" she says, "Do you have something to tell me?!" she says, clearly livid. You hesitate for a moment.

"No. If anything else happens, keep me updated. I have to go." You hang up quickly, your heart racing, and your penis hard. What? Why were you hard? It was hot, last night... you're thinking about it. The utter joy in Louisa's body. Let's do it again. Let's fuck everyone! Let's suck dick and do anal and **** her to..."

What the fuck am I thinking? This book. It is evil. It is impacting my mind. No more... No more Louisa. Maybe other people? Ugh. I have to stop. Or tell someone.

You look at the list of names you wrote down. So many integrating ones. You could be women from all different backgrounds who are nothing like you. This book held so much potential, honestly.

"Fuck it. Let's experiment some more." You say, holding a pen.

"Let's try..."