KYRIE.
We sat in silence for a little over sixty seconds. All I did was look ahead while I tapped the steering wheel with my fingers like a f*****g metronome. She seemed too shaken to really speak. She sat small, folded into the passenger seat like she wished she could melt into it.
"You lack clothes?" I blurted.
Fuck me. That sounded even dumber out loud than it did in my head. But it slipped, so, clearly, that was the s**t burning me more than anything else right now.
"Huh? How do you mean?" She asked, her blue eyes snapping wide with confusion.
I finally turned my face toward her with tight jaws, tilting my chin her way. "You always wear these… half-ass excuses for dresses, strutting around little boys whose c***s are permanently hungry for the next p***y to f**k?"
Her lips parte
