“I’m thinking you have something to trade.”
She shook her head. XXX Tube “Don’t spit,” she said. “Strip bitch.”
Jenny took off her Grateful Dead shirt and sweatpants. Her son had a bandana stuffed in his mouth and the man pushed him down into a chair. Jeremy whimpered quietly in his chair. Jenny collapsed into a sweaty pile with the two black men in her bed, exhausted and stained with fluids. “You’re gonna be nice to me and Keith right?” Tyrese asked as he pushed her on the bed. The little short jean skirt and yellow blouse she wore for the date. Jenny turned on the TV while she waited for her dinner and some celebrity with perky fake tits advertised some putrid looking green diet drink.
