Meg, 23-year-old graduate student

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP

...it takes her a second to process everything. Her head is rhythmically whacking against what feels like drywall. She's on her back, and oh my god it feels so good, this guy is just pumping away into her. His technique! She feels him subtly flexing each time he pulls out, her G-spot lightly up briefly. Then he reaches a hand down and oh my GOD OH MY G

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_"-_you going to do?" She almost chokes on something.

Meg looks down. Pancakes? She's eating pancakes. She looks around. A cafe? No, more like a diner.

The woman across the table from her is getting impatient. "You ok? I asked you a question."

"Yeah, I, uhh, I'm sorry, I think something's wrong." She starts to get up, but the woman grabs her wrist.

"Meg, you can tell me. What's going on with you? It's lik-

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Fog.