No she’s not. She’s just using you so you’ll let her come around because she thinks she can get me to f**k her.”
“Well you look at her.” She whispered accusingly. And I did or had, but the girl was s*x on heels. But that didn’t mean I was a total i***t. Ashley was too aggressive, unlike my sweet baby girl. Always angling for a sleep over, in which I bluntly refused each and every time. Or trying to get me to take her home; in which I told her ass to walk a number of times, threatening to call her parents. This friend, Ashley, was also the reason my baby girl started dressing like a stripper this last year before her birthday. Making my life a constant erection and unfulfilled, hell. I guess she’d figured since I wasn’t married, I’d take her up since I couldn’t touch my daughter, but like
