
Er, on the other hand, maybe I don’t need any gothlolis around. I wouldn’t get any work done. I’d be too fuckin’ distracted…y’know, by thoughts of hotel rooms and bondage rope and hours of fun.

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Er, on the other hand, maybe I don’t need any gothlolis around. I wouldn’t get any work done. I’d be too fuckin’ distracted…y’know, by thoughts of hotel rooms and bondage rope and hours of fun.