”
I was wearing shorts and a white Roger Staubach football jersey. My jaws felt like they were going to lock up
. The first words out of her mouth were, “What if he likes her better.
. Stopped. Her vulva was engorged What the fuck? You ogling us, too?”
“Yeah, he's a faggot,” a voice rumbled behind me.
As wakefulness replaced sleep, Dana stretched in place. Bursting through the restroom door and back into the dwindling light of the afternoon was, for Dana, like a memory of the last day of grade school leaving for summer vacation
. Trish grabbed the back of Tony’s head, her manicured fingernails digging through his short hair looking for a hold
”
I was wearing shorts and a white Roger Staubach football jersey. My jaws felt like they were going to lock up
. The first words out of her mouth were, “What if he likes her better.
. Stopped. Her vulva was engorged What the fuck? You ogling us, too?”
“Yeah, he's a faggot,” a voice rumbled behind me.
As wakefulness replaced sleep, Dana stretched in place. Bursting through the restroom door and back into the dwindling light of the afternoon was, for Dana, like a memory of the last day of grade school leaving for summer vacation
. Trish grabbed the back of Tony’s head, her manicured fingernails digging through his short hair looking for a hold
”
I was wearing shorts and a white Roger Staubach football jersey. My jaws felt like they were going to lock up
. The first words out of her mouth were, “What if he likes her better.
. Stopped. Her vulva was engorged What the fuck? You ogling us, too?”
“Yeah, he's a faggot,” a voice rumbled behind me.
As wakefulness replaced sleep, Dana stretched in place. Bursting through the restroom door and back into the dwindling light of the afternoon was, for Dana, like a memory of the last day of grade school leaving for summer vacation
. Trish grabbed the back of Tony’s head, her manicured fingernails digging through his short hair looking for a hold
Crazy Girl