“Of course not,” Langton interjects. “What does this have to do with?—”
“Because I think your unrequited passion for Nietzsche is obscenebutworthy of philosophical debate.”
His eyes narrow at the laughter from the stands my statement triggers. “I’ll speak to you after the lecture, Ms. Vasov.”
It’d be wrong to hope he throws me out of the class, wouldn’t it?
Regardless, my smile is sweeter than taffy.
Worth it.
FIFTY-ONE
GIRLS JUST WANNA RULE THE WORLD
Victoria: Pros and cons of car oral
Wynter: Is the penis possessor’s car (assuming this is Maxim?) stick or automatic?
Victoria: What does that have to do with anything?
Victoria: Of course it’s Maxim!
Victoria: (He has zero hobbies. That’s weird, isn’t it?)
Wynter: Hard knobs that aren’t penises digging into you
Wynter: Well?
Wynter: (I guess? Men like him lead high-pressure lives. Any time spent not fixated on work could bring about mistakes, which may devolve into terrible consequences)
Victoria: I don’t know if his car is a stick or automatic. Every time I see him, he has a different one
Wynter: Do you want to get caught?
Victoria: Maybe
Wynter: You’re such a risk-taker lol
Victoria: Says you! You’re thinking about the ins and outs so that means you’ve done it
Wynter: *blushes*
Wynter: Also… ins and outs. Hehe. Get it?
Victoria: What are you? Twelve?
Wynter: Actually, I’m older than you but I’m YOUNG AT HEART
Victoria: *snorts*
Wynter: It sucks if the car has a large dash too. It’s hard to get into it when all these gizmos are digging into you
Victoria: That makes sense
Wynter: Like, I have to concentrate on not gagging
Victoria: Oh, I never thought about that
