“Did your date not…meet your expectations?”
“No
. Not by much. What the fuck was she thinking? “Michael? What did you do next?”
“I got dressed
. . There was a bit of a roll of spare flesh on Mom's stomach, but so what, she looked magnificent
“Did your date not…meet your expectations?”
“No
. Not by much. What the fuck was she thinking? “Michael? What did you do next?”
“I got dressed
. . There was a bit of a roll of spare flesh on Mom's stomach, but so what, she looked magnificent
“Did your date not…meet your expectations?”
“No
. Not by much. What the fuck was she thinking? “Michael? What did you do next?”
“I got dressed
. . There was a bit of a roll of spare flesh on Mom's stomach, but so what, she looked magnificent
The Rental House - Diego Sans & Colby Tucker