A friend of mine needs a lift.
R: Get a taxi.
I owe him.
R: *sighs* fine.
Come on!
R: Oh hell no. No. Are you real? Is this for real?
I don't-
R: Where you're shirt at? WHERE'S YOYUR SHIRT?!
I thre into the crowd. Sorry. Will you hand my bag?
Sure-
R: You're not handing him a GOD DAMN shirt. He doesn't need a shirt. I'm pissed he ones one w/ a bod like that. Sorry like this.
She touches his muscular chest.
R: Oh my- You know what, let me get back here. Which hotel are you in? Cause we're gonna take you there. No. We're gonna take you anywhere you wanna go.
She sits beside him.
R: Listen, You're gonnaz take shirts you already wore and give them to me. Give them all....
She feels on his chest.
R: ....to me. All-
How you gonna drive?
R: Bitch, you're driving. this you're friend he has somewhere to be, right? I don't get- how you firends w/ her?
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The Last Few Years Of The Life Of kelly Myers: book 1
FantasyEven though they're the best couple, they sometimes have problems. It started two couples then came another couple. The story of how a blonde's life came to an end knowing that the woman she loved-yet didn't marry- love another right in front of her...
