We met for the first time thirteen years ago.
I was a struggling language student at a reputable Taiwanese university.
He was a visiting sous chef at a famous restaurant in the middle of Taipei city centre.
I still remember our interaction like it was yesterday.
We sat next to each other, and he talked to me like there's no tomorrow.
I just sat there listening to his colorful experience of life.
Never would've thought that we ended up meeting each other again thirteen years later in a dive bar in Las Vegas.
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Next thing I know, I woken up next to him.
The white part of my tuxedo was opened halfway.
Meanwhile, his black chef coat was fully opened, revealing a sparsely dense black fur that coats every inch of his chest and abs, connecting it to the erogenous zone.
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We looked at each other's finger.
We screamed at our fingers first.
Then we looked at each other.
And screamed once more.
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