“Alright, you two,” Penelope calls as she looks at the darkening skies up above, “Let’s start a beautiful relationship, shall we?” She’s wearing a tight, white tank top and jean shorts with her golden hair fixed in a bun, and I gotta say, she’s never looked cuter.
But also by my side is Beverly, who chose to go to the park at the start of summer with a long-sleeved pink fleece shirt and leather pants. But God does her cleavage look amazing with that plunging neckline.
Still, how in the world is she not sweating under this weather?
Beverly’s chest jiggles as she clings to my arms, “Yay! Let’s.”
I wipe the sweat off my brow, the air is getting humid as Beverly, and I stand in the middle of a walkway in Griffith Park, just in fro
