My first thought was that she couldn’t be a day older than sixteen, but this was a bar and she was a waitress that meant she was at least eighteen. I rolled a body, and then I heard a scream. Porn “Do you want my number” I asked her. I lifted her off of me and left her on the couch, draping a blanket over her, before I went off to bed. I entered the dark and noisy restaurant, obviously a place that would be full on Sundays, I found a table in the corner and I sat down facing the bank of tvs above the bar. A few minutes later I heard a crash in the kitchen. I entered the dark and noisy restaurant, obviously a place that would be
