CALLIX
A very beautiful dark woman. She was a brunette. And she looked like she had a banging body. Well, I couldn't even tell because the take was just waist length.
She was just my type. I wondered if the husband was still alive or far away putting his d**k in the tight p*****s of younger girls.
"So, who is she to you?" I asked, showing him the picture as if I had no goddamn idea who the hell she was.
"No one," he said to me.
"You're lying, Jared. And I really hate liars."
"No. I am not lying to you, sir."
There, again. The hell was even wrong with him? Why couldn't he just say the truth and see if it would set him f*****g free?
So I sighed and turned the back of the picture and the writing was as clear as day.
MOM AND ME.
"You wrote this yourself. But here you are sayin
