Grace, I loved her, "you know sometimes I think you should have been the big sister. I think I can get myself home. I'm not...what is it that you called it? S*** faced." Tyler that man is sex on two damn legs, "Tyler walked into the bank looking like pure sexiness. He was wearing blue jeans with a pair of brown hiking boots, a grey t-shirt with a long sleeve button down light blue shirt. She shifted in her chair leaning forward to get a better look." The boy is as subtle as a damn wart in the middle of your forehead, "actually I'm kind of hungry," he aid, as his eyes devoured the site of her breast peeking out from her shirt." And he's full of himself, "Grace, don't move, let me get a condom," he said, reaching over to the night table and pulling a string of condoms." And he doesn't like to share with others, "is that so, well your hands are off limits to anyone else. Those pretty little hands will be on my body only from now on." And when the boy is hungry you don't mess with his routine, "I don't care, get up babe. I am hungry, a man needs food." He grabbed her ankle, pulling her down the bed causing her to giggle when he flipped her over and pulled her up. "Come on."
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