Shana~
My nose scrunches at the thought of men I've seen running the New York marathon and the image of bloodstained shirts. Apparently, n*****s aren't only a woman's problem. Shaking the unwanted images away, I say, “No. No blood. Yuck! The tape is for this cold air. We don't want the models to look cold, if you know what I mean?"
Stephen shakes his head. “Sometimes I question my life. You know, when I woke this morning, I never thought... hmm, I hope that sometime today I'll have the opportunity to talk about n****e tape."
“You didn't?"
“Did you?"
“Well, it's more like when I wake, I wonder what crazy-ass stuff is going to be thrown my way. I'd say I'd rather avoid subjects like n****e tape, body glue, and boobs, but that would mean I don't love this." I wave my arms around. “All
