He patted his pockets and his jacket, looking for his wallet but coming up empty. ‘Shit,’ he muttered under his breathe. ‘I forgot my wallet. Th...is is just perfect. Happy Monday,’ he said with a mix of sarcasm and disappointment. He tried his pockets again but no luck. ‘Here,’ a loud voice came from behind him. He turned around to see the deep thinking woman holding out her debit card. ‘I’ll pay for it. No one likes Mondays, why make them worse?’ She had a genuine smile on her face, more than. Tina’s cheeks turned red, she didn’t know what to say. “Yes, you should’ve rung the doorbell” is what she managed to say.I put my head down in shame and didn’t speak a word. “But, did you like what you saw, Arjun?” is what I heard next! I looked up at her in shock. She was smiling at me.“Tell me Arjun…”.I went blank. I couldn’t understand her question. And when I understood what was really happening, I didn’t hold back. I didn’t care about my friend or anything else anymore. I looked at my. He had named his penis -- his dick -- Philip K. after this weird neighbor of theirs who fancied himself some kind of an author. This so-called writer seemed to have problems making sense of reality, and that was a real aggravation nowadays when everyone just wanted to be normal and fit in.Sure, some people called it conformity, as if it were something to be ashamed of. Ashamed! Why, with subversives hiding in every doorway and everything unstable and liable to slide off into chaos and anarchy. First my shirt came off in four pieces. One cut down the front, one down the back, and two along the sides of my chest. Then my bra was snipped between the cups, rendering it useless. My pants were cut down the sides of each leg and from crotch to ass crack. My panties were last, and he cut them once from my navel to my ass. Before taking them off, he had me stand with my legs spread, my cunt peeking through the cut, while he pleasured himself. After his cock was hard, he pulled me over to it.