I’m About to Die, So What’s Wrong With Enjoying Some Eye Candy?

“I want to sleep with you!”

At eleven at night, a man with perfect nine-head proportions emerged from a high-end office building, and I rushed over and grabbed his tie.

He had a great body and looked like he’d stepped right out of a comic book. The longer I looked at him, the more excited I got.

The way the man looked at me was as if I were a lunatic. “You’re crazy!”

“I am crazy, and you...” I rose onto my toes, closing the distance between us until my red lips were almost touching his. “You’re my medicine!”