#Chapter 72: Lots of People Are Into It

When I wake up the next morning, my brain has finally decided to actually process and interpret information. For a few bliss-filled seconds, I am at peace. Then I remember all the shit I did the night before. How utterly humiliating. I decide that I hate Archer with the entirety of my being. At the very least, I hate the side of me that he exposed: so wanton and desperate, like his cock was the only thing I needed in the whole world. Looking back, it almost seems like I had been hypnotized or something. I certainly wasn’t myself. But in my heart, I know I can’t blame foul play. I made my choices. I stood in that doorway. I removed my own shirt and put my hand into my panties. I have no one to blame but myself. Though I also plan to blame Archer. It’s easier that way. Either way, I resolve to avoid him for the rest of eternity. That should solve all my problems nicely. Especially when, as I go about my morning routine, I realize he might have much the same idea as me. He’s seemes