Sara was about to phone for the police when I told her that I was a Flasher. She thought I meant someone who exposes himself sexually in the street to unsuspecting passers by.
I pointed out that I write ultra-short erotic bedtime stories for grown ups.
Sarah asked me to share some of my flash fiction with her and then asked me if I would write about her once we had made love. I promised to try. We went to bed.
Sadly, what happened next was too good to summarize in one hundred words. This will have to do instead.
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