“Unlock the car,” I said. XXX Somehow, Milo managed to back out the car, and put his shirt on at the same time. “How do you know him?”
“Um, he was in math with me,” I replied, not really paying attention. I mean, no. Oh! I could feel his bulge through his jeans, and rubbed against him. It was easy to see what he’d purchased through the thin plastic of the bag. Milo turned the radio up, but it was a remix weekend and the deejay only played crappy versions of the songs. The click of the locks cleared some of my stress, and I lunged into the dirty back seat with my bag of ice cream. Oh, wait. “Mom is going to be pissed.” Read 15414 times |
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