Early Bird Sneak Peek: “He Broke Your Memory Last Night”!

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Art Appreciation”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “He Broke Your Memory Last Night” (MC MD FD FF)!

A stranger approaches Christine at breakfast with an unusual story – she insists that she and her partner spent all last night hypnotizing Christine, breaking her will, and leaving her instructions to meet at this cafe in the morning to continue her programming! Of course it’s absurd, but somehow Christine can’t quite get this woman out of her hair. Or her cunt. Here’s a taste:

Christine tore her eyes away from the hand on her knee with great difficulty–the bitch was actually sliding it up a couple of inches like she thought Christine wouldn’t even notice–to look at the table. “Nothing,” she said. “I mean, a cup of coffee, a couple of syrup stains, and a used napkin, but nothing important. Why? What does it matter?”

The woman in green’s fingernails brushed the inside of Christine’s leg, just above her knee. “You don’t see a plate, do you?” she asked, her voice teasing Christine with the insinuation of some secret that only she knew. “You ordered breakfast, didn’t you?”

Christine furrowed her brow in annoyance, picking up the implications of the other woman’s words and not liking them one little bit. “I, I already finished eating,” she said, unable to avoid sounding defensive. “I was just doing a little people watching before I went home. It’s a Sunday morning, I don’t have anywhere I need to be, what’s wrong with that?” She felt her hackles raising, her entire body tensing as if preparing for a fight. It wasn’t just the woman’s attitude–Christine felt like she absolutely had to refute the unspoken accusation for some reason.

The woman’s giggle made it even worse. “Oh my gosh!” she said, putting her free hand to her lips as if to stifle a laugh so loud it would make the entire restaurant stare. “You don’t remember being told to meet me here, you’ve spent the last hour just staring vacantly out the window, and Trevor still thought you might not be suitable? Oh, darling! That is just…” She squeezed Christine’s leg, as though mere words couldn’t convey the affectionate amusement she felt at Christine’s actions.

Hope you enjoy it!

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