“I’m tired, I need to sleep. And you need to get laid. Call someone.” Joey strides out and shuts the door behind him. Call someone? I don’t want just someone. I want a little honey-brunette with a fucking attitude and sweet-ass pussy to match. How can a woman get you so fucking twisted while only knowing her for such a short amount of time? I mean, I could kill her. It would be so fucking easy to end her damn life.
