“Aim, we’re going to dinner… you coming tonight?” Capri asked. “Hmm?” she moaned, and I covered my mouth. All three of us were looking around like children witnessing their parents having sex. “Is she in there getting fucked?” Zoya asked the question we all already knew the answer to. “And is… she not coming out tonight… right, Aim?” Capella mocked us, and Capri covered her ears. “Nooo.” “Not Auntie’s babies… Jesus.”
Im scarred
