Karl
I had to give Jassy credit. Of all the women who'd spent the night at my house, she'd been able to pull off two firsts: not getting laid and trying to poison me.
The first one, that was pretty understandable. After all, I'd drugged her and left her in the guest room, and didn't even bother to undress her.
The second one, I had to admit was a bit more surprising. Thank God she'd over-poured whatever it was she'd poisoned my drink with. She'd put enough in there to make it smell like the inside of a meth lab.
As she and I headed out to my grandfather's, with her riding b***h on my bike, I couldn't help but wonder why. Why try and kill me? Last night was the first time I'd met her, before that I didn't know her from f*****g Eve.
Had it been the spanking? Inside my mind, I shook my h
