I am.”
“Well like i said, I’m not like him. I’m not like him.” He said as he climbed off of his bed and pulled the covers up over me. You’ve had her more than I have why don’t you tell me?” He replied never even bothering to look up from his paper. Every time he called me that I wanted to slap him so hard. But not close enough for me. “Mark is a cool guy.. “You don’t have to sleep on that chair you know..”
“No it’s ok. He fucked me until he came and then cleaned me up. “She’s a fighter most definitely.” They both were feeling apparently gentlemanly as one carried my stuff to the door and the other, being Mark, held firmly onto my arm and led me to the door. Their house had two stories and I was currently standing in the living room that had a leather couch along with a leather chair that looked like it could actually swallow me being only 95 pounds.
