Clair

On Saturday morning, your door knocks and you open it to see Clair. She stands in her pajama shorts and a tank top and messy bun, clearly just out of bed. ‘Last night was crazy, I drank way too much.’ She says, chugging her water she brought with her. She makes herself comfortable on the couch. ‘You know, girls talk, and I heard a rumor about you.’ You stop and look at her with raised eyebrows. ‘Is it true that your…dick is like perfect?’ She stares at you, wanting to know the truth.