[fuckshit]

I visited a joint today, and while waiting for the WL to come to my cubicle, I developed cold feet, and decided to leave. I had to fudge a lie, but thankfully, the boss refunded me without complaint.

I still don't understand my fears. In the past, I was nonchalant, I had even been in situations where AV rushed in and I was either undressing, or enjoying a back rub, but I was calm, steady, and the officers allowed me to go after a few questions. They didn't even take down my particulars.

These days, I'm not sure if its age that has caused me to mellow, or the incessant raids have really struck fear in me. It's become harder and harder to breathe on this little red dot.