“You-you, DEVIL!” He punched the door. Porn Yeah, the creep must have got harder than a peanut. I slipped out of bed and cautiously approached the upstairs bathroom. I decided to let whatever happen, happen. Only her phat sneakers and rumpled leg warmers spoke of the teenager I use to know. I stepped into the living room and could hear them from upstairs. I quickly exited to the living room. All these exaggerations reminded me that I was a creature of habit. “How dare you, Rodney!” She tried to recover her cool. A large shadow stood at my bedside, looking down. What will you say then?
