Coming back later with Mr Lewis, I went back home. I needed a shower, along with a hot shower.
I was satisfied and tired as hell.
I met up with an angry woman in the living room.
What was she doing here??
Holy f**k ! . How do I look? It's already too late now to worry about that.
My hands were all sticky. I was walking very funny. I had flushed skin, the scent of s*x on my body, or was it my clothes? One of them smelled like after s*x.
My hair was all f****d up, and it was like a shag carpet just got humped by a dog’s itchy ass.
My mouth was somehow dry, yet this drool rope clung to my lower lip.
" Where are you coming from ? ". Marrisa asked, and I looked at her in disbelief. She goes and disappears for a long time, and she comes back like she did nothing wrong.
" Out," I answe
