You didn’t message.

After saying for two days about how you would come to see me in the most likelihood. In the morning you told me you were contemplating it and  you followed that by sending me a picture of a girl bent over with her pussy clearly visible.

and then you disappeared?

You thought you could leave me high and dry and I would bend over … like the girl in the picture.

Oh darling, how utterly juvenile of you. True to the only twenty something years you have spent on this planet and to the less than a decade long experience of playing this game.

Me being me, I called over the boy I told you about and fucked the bejesus out of him, all the while imagining you.