Chapter 8

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I have a few female friends that I see every once in a while.
It's like a date but with no expectations. We meet, we do something, we go home. I like to close these dates with a little hug. We're compatible sexes, we're heterosexual (usually), we hug.

One of these friends hates being touched. She freaks when I come in for the goodbye hug, even if it's just head and shoulders contact.

She of course is entitled to feel any way she wants, but I gotta wonder:
You hate to be touched.
Don't you ever just want to get laid?