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I actually quite like mayonnaise, but I’ll admit it doesn’t put me I a romantic mood.
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Finishing the day’s shift, Val put her brush in the brush closet. Walking back to the sleeping quarters, she put her palms in the small of her back to give it a good crick. In the sleeping quarters, Val found Audri, bells off and cast on the floor, crying. Val said, “Im here, Audri. Are you okay? I promise we’ll stick together. Through everything. You’re not alone.” Eyes still tight, Audri said, I didn’t know anything could be that painful.” And then Audri said in alarm, “I mean, I’ve experimented some with BDSM, but they never hit that hard, and plus I always had a safeword. Runk didn’t even ask if I had a safeword.” Audri then said in an aside to Val, “my safeword is ‘mayonnaise’ by the way.” Val, thinking about this, said, “you know, it may have been worth trying that even though he didn’t ask. That word kinda takes the spirit out of everything.”
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