I smirk and shrug it off, because who the fuck is she and what the fuck was that? A fake performance I basically pulled from her. I try not to stare as she storms across the yard, those hips swaying in wrath, that ass, that I can’t see but can picture just fucking fine, taunting me as she heads who the hell knows where, but I can’t help it. My attention’s fucking glued to her.
