[The start](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/103olb2/thicc_big_titty_goth_girl_loses_a_bet_m30s_f20s/)
Having showered off the mornings (and previous nights) accumulations so as not to tip off every passerby that he had recently engaged in carnal pleasures, Cal went out to get himself some breakfast. While munching on his bacon strips with macaroni and cheese pancakes at the diner (it was a fun documentary, what can I say), his mind went over the fact that the week had gone from boring business trip to wild… hookup? His brain struggled with what to classify what had happened. The entire situation had weirded him out from the start, but once things had started gaining momentum he realized that he might be developing actual feelings for someone he’d just met, and at random bar called Sputter’s Trough no less.
Cal wasn’t one to believe in “love at first site” or “soul mates” since those were just narrative devices used as shortcuts for two people forming a connection in a natural way, because most writers don’t have a good grasp on healthy relationships, and to confuse people with attachment problems both conditioned and neurological, but he couldn’t deny that he was developing a strong attraction to a gothed out gremlin with knockers bigger than his head who wouldn’t meet the height requirements for most adult rides at a park.