I didn’t sleep with him. No one saw anyone naked. There was no peen touching.
Calm down, people.
now I’m going have to check 😉
It’s only a problem if the counter starts going backwards…
This sketchy account of the CS/Office Adonis tryst is inconsistant with the bombshell reported in “Star” magazine. At least give us some details on the “she must wear an alcohol-monitoring SCRAM bracelet and stay away from nightclubs and venues where iPods are sold” part.
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