“I’m going to meet that girl from the blog tomorrow,” she told him as they were drifting off to sleep.
“The one who wants bigger t**s?” he asked sleepily.
“Yeah. That’s the one.”
“Invite her home so I can whip her t**s while you watch,” he said right before he drifted off to sleep.
As much as she wanted to do just that, Brenda knew that she wouldn’t.
Vickie’s left leg wouldn’t stop bouncing up and down unless she focused exclusively on it. On the table in front of her she had spread out some papers from work and pretended to be reading them. She had worn her bright red jacket as planned, but Brenda was late. Being stood up was a strange feeling for Vickie; it had never really happened to her before. Not that she had dated so much before she got married that getting stood up would have
