The Mafia Entanglement
He had pleased me far too many times already.
I looked at Amber, she just shrugged at us. "Don't look at me, Emi. Honey, why don't we all go clubbing tonight, have a few drinks and get some dicks along the way?" I laughed so hard at her.
Amber, was another opposite. Sometimes she puzzled me. She looked like your sweet librarian who wore an over-the-knee pencil skirt and a plain blouse under a pastel-colored cardigan, complete with the tight bun above her nape, making her look so sickeningly sweet. Maybe it was the best friends that she kept around, but Amber talked about sex like it was a drive-through delicacy. So, casually random, it startled me. I still hadn't gotten used to her thoughts.
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