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Aggressively Self-Conscious

Aggressively self-conscious, Pablo fumbles for Dina's zipper in the dark. His fingers start to stumble along the outskirts of her inside, his hands bemused in the dark. Despite his intentions, his fingers begin to tremble as his nerves begin to sing. Beautiful Dina. She's used to do so much better.

Meanwhile, a highly intoxicated Dina is losing her patience, loosely fondling Pablo's quickly melting erection, tracing her nipples with a limp wrist and a bored finger. She opened her eyes to find his smile awkward and pale. Sick with her own sense of failure, she rolls over and vomits on his pillow. Embarrassed, she dresses, avoiding any sympathetic affection.

"Well... the sun's coming up. I should probably head out."

"You didn't even finish."

"I didn't even start- I would have never finished."

"You don't want to stay? We can try again if you want."

"I have to go. My grandmother is sick."

"Is that true?"

Dina has her skirt pulled down to the knee, tucking her blouse underneath her patent-leather belt. She's at the door while Pablo looks over from his naked mattress. The blanket is folded over his legs. His disappointed dick has gone limp in the palm of his hand.


"Then you don't have to go."

"You have to stay here. I have to go. But it was nice to meet you."

"We've met before."

"I don't remember. I was just being polite."

Dina leaves. Pablo locks the door. Through the blinds, the sunrise paints his time lost. Dina has a home to break. Pablo won't call.


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