A Date with a Hornist

“So I heard you went out with Shawn. Isn’t he the man who plays the French horn for the symphony?” asked Angie.

Wendy rolled her eyes and said, “Yes, we went out.”

“You don’t sound happy about it,” said Angie. “I thought you were looking forward to going out with him.”

“He was a really nice guy,” Wendy reluctantly replied. “There was just one major problem. Whenever he tried to kiss me, he kept shoving his fist up my ass.”

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