SMACK! Miss Corrin consulted with big boys. Desi sex “Well, Mmm-”
“Miss,” She interrupted – her smirk intact. I set the screws to a mild position. It would be short term and wouldn’t pay enough for a year of textbooks. I took the auto sales job. “Okay. We were silent until she parked in front of my home and I emerged. Let’s go inside and fire up that alien shooter.”
“Corrin,” I had no choice but to take a big risk. I sighed and put my key in the lock. I thanked our family’s privacy standard with all my heart. Said speaker twisted in her woven silk skin, away from the point salesman, my boss, and slinked up to where I stood like a cardboard poster child for suicide prevention. “Tell him, you did that.”
“I get to enjoy some of this too.” She told him.
