“So I’ll ask you again so we can move forward, how was your weekend?” “I had the worst sex of my life,” I said plainly. Quan could be heard falling down the next row of desks and chairs as he attempted to get himself up. Akeem stopped writing with his hand still in the air as he turned around. “So bad that I bled because this man tore into me,” I said.
Oooop damn bitch
