This kind of thing in real life isn't like a pic and video exchange where we trade off. We could watch each other live. Knowing you were doing it in the stall next to me made it go embarrassingly fast even if you were too damned quiet and I was going off visual memory. But I wouldn't mind doing it for both of us at the same time. I've got two hands.
[The only hint of a sense of shame over text is his lack of proper proof reading to fully delete his own sentences. Normally fairly careless about anything he writes, re-reading what he's sending is not only not in his nature but embarrassing enough to assure it's not a new habit he picks up in this context.]
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t to me made it go embarrassingly fast even if you were too damned quiet and I was going off visual memory.But I wouldn't mind doing it for both of us at the same time. I've got two hands.[The only hint of a sense of shame over text is his lack of proper proof reading to fully delete his own sentences. Normally fairly careless about anything he writes, re-reading what he's sending is not only not in his nature but embarrassing enough to assure it's not a new habit he picks up in this context.]