COLOURS OF THE DEVIL
I pulled my boxers down and let my manhood sprung free.
“Yes, baby. Get over here," the one with the lip ring gestured.
“I can't believe we're spending the night before Valentine's Day with Ace Dickson," the other one squealed.
Fuck! Did she just say Valentine's Day? But I didn't do Valentine's Day. The last thing I needed was two girls who thought they were my girlfriends because I spent Valentine's Day with them - or, in this case, the day before Valentine's Day.
I pulled up my boxers, “That was my dad on the phone, and he wanted me home ASAP—he mentioned something about our sick cat," I grabbed the rest of my shit.
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