Trish almost caught you digging in her trash at the office today, but you’re pretty sure she bought the line about you looking for your lost contact. Either way, you got what you needed. She’s sucking so sensually on those lollipops every day, you just can’t help but collect the discarded sticks.
You arrive home after the end of the work day and practically run in the door to your bedroom closet. You swing open the folding door and give out a near-inaudible sigh as you lay eyes on your work-in-progress.
You add the three you snagged today and give a firm nod of approval to your masterful placement.
Looks just like her hair.
Three, four thousand more sticks, a few pieces of gum, and she’ll be ready for your first date.