I think you’ll probably be sick and have to stay home all next week, though, how does that sound?”
Part 2
Don washed his genitals and made his way downstairs. xxx I’M EIGHTEEN FUCKING YEARS OLD AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME DO ANYTHING I DON’T WANT TO DO! I’LL KILL YOU FOR THAT!”
His right hand caught her left cheek, hard enough to flip her back onto her stomach. Yes… Don had screamed at her for destroying his grandmother’s lamp, as well as an antique clock he’d picked up at a garage sale. Even though the two had not worn a stitch of clothing for the last eight days, he still watched her lithe body until she disappeared.
