The Wafflehouse
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Non-Consent/Reluctance
05.10.2024
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It was late at night and the Wafflehouse was nearly empty when Amy saw the man come in. He was medium height and strongly built. She looked him over and licked her lips as she went back to clearing the table.
“My god,” she thought “he looks like he could break me in half! And I wouldn’t much mind it.”