Will Maxie satisfy her debt?

I hate being ghosted. It shakes my sense of connection, judgment, and even cosmology.

Maxie has a dark fantasy.

Maxie returns to the picture.

I line you all up against a hotel wall and let my imagination do what it does best.

It has, indeed, been too long.

I’m REALLY good at compartmentalizing.

From the strip club to the hotel room, I directed your orgasms by text — and then joined you for the rest.

She tells it better than I could.

I directed you through the crowd, watching your ass, before we ended up in a champagne room with whipped cream and a dancer named Dee who couldn’t stop talking about your tits.