“Now tell me that wasn’t fun.”
I stared at him dead as we walked in the city mall and the streetlights turning on to brighten the busy streets with the dark sky of dawn slowly appearing for the night.
“You’re literally asking me if that was fun?”
He must have terribly lost his s**t.
That memory of mine, riding in that vehicle, will be the most torturous ride I’ll ever have.
Right after my seatmate left when the vehicle stopped at some corner of the road, a fat person replaced her and sat next to me. The space I had to sit on at least one of my butt's cheeks for support, wouldn’t even fit, no more that I literally had to swear at Harry for letting me ride that thing. And if I could tell the exact approximation, I could safely say I had spoken at least a thousand f***s in my head with h
