Monday, August 8, 2016

Ask First

"Somebody touched me without my permission on the train today," Katie says as she washes her hands. We're heating dinner after she's gotten home from work.

"Like, you didn't really have to go so slow as your hand 'accidentally' went across my breast," she elaborates sadly.

"Can I give you some positive touch?" I ask, stepping into the middle of the kitchen with my arms out.

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