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"Jesus," I said, sweating a little, shocked at her casual depravity.

"Trust me, you are SO not the type of guy I'm normally into. I mean, no offense, but to a girl like me, you're kinda boring. 

Guys like you don't typically have the type of fun that women like me need. So, I started thinking... maybe there's more to you than meets the eye. Maybe deep down, beyond that stiff, dull, boring façade, this whole good guy, everybody's friend act, maybe there's a dirty fucking stud just BURSTING to get out," she said, smiling proudly, acting out an explosion with her arms, causing her big breasts to bounce. "Bursting to get out... dying to be exactly the type of guy I crave."

At this hypothesis, I simply closed my eyes and rubbed my palm on my forehead.

"Sandra, see..." I began.

"I know you think I'm completely off-base, but think about it. I mean, I can't stan