But what would it hurt?
It was easy for me to rope him into an argument where he was defending himself
. ”
My heart started to pound a little harder in my chest.
. “As long as you are a good bitch, I’ll let you piss in your back yard, where fewer people can see you. Life was good, or so it seemed, at least until about a month before senior prom
But what would it hurt?
It was easy for me to rope him into an argument where he was defending himself
. ”
My heart started to pound a little harder in my chest.
. “As long as you are a good bitch, I’ll let you piss in your back yard, where fewer people can see you. Life was good, or so it seemed, at least until about a month before senior prom
But what would it hurt?
It was easy for me to rope him into an argument where he was defending himself
. ”
My heart started to pound a little harder in my chest.
. “As long as you are a good bitch, I’ll let you piss in your back yard, where fewer people can see you. Life was good, or so it seemed, at least until about a month before senior prom
