This is a First Person column by Eviah S. Obadia-Wong, who lives in B.C.’s Interior. For more information about CBC’s First Person stories, see the FAQ.
He gave me one last pat on my butt, upwards with his palm as all the kinky sex books tell you to, though gentler than he’d been laying it on for the previous hour. More precisely, the last hour and 20 minutes. My smartwatch had given me little silent taps since our time ran out, but he wanted to cuddle afterwards.
My money was already safely stowed away in the inner zip pocket of my jacket, and I didn’t mind throwing in the extra minutes
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