Novel & Cerita Just Some Guy Without A Mustache

"You don't know me. I may have kidnapped a child." "Right." He piles some ham on bread from the table. "Yeah, you're a real desperado, sweetheart. Anyone can see that." Again, he mocks. "For God's sake, look at yourself. You're an annoying, tiny female with a conscience as wide as Kansas. I sincerely doubt you've done anything wilder than sing in the shower." It stings. I couldn't say why, but the bland and goody-goody description put my back up. "I've got a tattoo on my butt."

“Of course.” The man who is maybe in his forties, has dark brown hair and a Hitler style mustache that would make anyone roll their eyes, is right where I want him. He licks his lips thinking about all the possibilities on how this could go. He could get lucky. He could have just found a new member for the cult. Or he discovered the next sacrifice.

The least I can do is wear some fancy drawls under my clothes for a day or two. Patty straightened and decided to be a good sport. “All right, I'll do it for you.” Jackie smiled at her victory. “Good. You’ll love them.” Patty shrugged. “Excuse me,” a man said. Patty and Jackie looked up at a black man in a three-piece suit. He wasn't wearing a tie. He had a neatly trimmed mustache and full lips. His afro was short and square shaped. He had a sexy smile.

Matt said. “One of the guys was a pretty boy, skinny, brown eyes, and sandy brown hair. The other was creepy as shit. He was tall, but not as tall as me and Dex. He had no hair, I mean none – not on his head, clean shaven – he didn’t even have eyebrows. He had the bluest blue eyes I had ever seen,” D.J. stressed. “You said, three guys,” Williamson said nastily. Matt could tell Williamson was pissed. He couldn’t stand people who turned their backs on their friends.

Grant. Wearing nothing but compression shorts and a cocky-ass grin. Shirtless. Chest gleaming with sweat. Arms flexed. Hair damp and messy. He looked like a fucking ad. Like someone dropped a Calvin Klein model in the middle of our locker room. “What the hell do you want?” Malik snapped, stepping in front of me. “I came to say hi,” Mason said casually. “Didn’t get to catch up after the game.” “We’re not in the mood,” Liam growled.

"Okay, now I really believe it. There's no way a woman could have pecs like that." My shirt was torn to shreds. It made me look like some kind of homeless person, so I just took it off. I stood there shirtless. Finally, no one doubted my gender anymore. Dr. Stevens screamed in despair. "Why would a man grow his hair this long? Are you a pervert? Why did you use a pad? You freak! You tricked me!" I spread my hands. "I already told you my hemorrhoids ruptured. If I showed up at the hospital bleeding everywhere, that'd be terrifying. Putting on a pad is better for everyone, right?"

A gentleman who only wore singlets and sarongs headed towards us—his mustache, so long that some even turned into his mouth. "Sorry for our mess. I just gave a little surprise for my mother. I just came home abroad." I'm trying to be understanding. "If you want to scream inside. You guys, disturb the comfort of the others." said the father of mustache. I just nodded politely. The man left and turned to his house. I see he did not enter his home. But, sit on the porch. Looks like he wants to watch over us. Without permission, I barged in.

"Sure, I'll go find Mr. Gibson." I stood up, really annoyed. "Why do you need him? What can he even do?" Shane shook his head. "He can't do much, but he can come to the party with me." I banged my hand on the table. "No, I'll go. Why change your plus one for no reason? I was busy before, but now I'm free." Shane looked at me and gave a small smile. "You don't really mean that."

We laughed and gisted about so many things as we walked gently. After few minutes, we got there and entered into the supermarket. He walked towards the food section and began picking some food items. I assisted him in carrying the trolley basket as he keeps throwing the goods into it. We gigged and made fun of each other as we walked past the section. He also brought beverages and other food implements. Suddenly, a guy from nowhere walked up to us. We both stared up surprisingly. The guy was dressed in all white looking extremely handsome but I don’t think his handsomeness can beat Salvage’s own.