31. Kendra
Kendra
I stare at my phone for a long second.
Then I look at the clothes hamper in the corner of my room.
I’m not sure why he’s asking.
And I’m not sure why I’m so willing to answer.
But…
I climb off the bed and pad over to the hamper, lifting the lid.
Before I can overthink it, I take a picture of the red thong lying on top of my clothes and hit send.
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