“Becks, are you sure you wanna do this?”
“Fuck talking, Dave. Xnx On the way she unbuttoned and dropped her blouse on the floor. Maybe he can satisfy you. It’s wonderful to hear your voice again, Becky.”
“It’s Rebbecca, Dave. What do you think?”
“You are NOT coming to the house on Christmas morning, David. She nodded and handed him a bottle of beer as he passed. He ran around, got in behind the wheel and started the car. Grabbing her left hand, he led her to his car. Right now. You’re going to apologize even,” he said, looking at the cell phone, still in his hand. “It’s time for SLuT9 to serve a good purpose,” Dave said as he drove on the interstate headed out of the city, towards the suburbs where his apartment was.
