Echo
And we are public servants. And our footsteps echo wherever we tread. And there is a building between you and I and coffee, and it’s new, so naturally, we would walk through it.
I can’t remember whether this was before or after I had hooked up with you at your desk. All I can remember is that the building was there, that it was brand new, that it was empty and sparkling and shining white.
And of course, memories come flooding back to me. We had already hooked up. I had already established that you could make me come. And that’s why I felt the way I did, that in that giant big empty atrium, we should have fucked. Hard and fast, instantly, you thrusting into me. Me, still seeking to gain the upper hand, pushing back against you, but imagine the crowds if they knew I was listnening? Why work as a foreign army when they could still rush us and take it all?