Sorry For That Quotes Novels & Stories

She pouted and said in a spoiled tone, "Hmph. You've gotten sick of me already, haven't you? That's why you won't let me sit on your lap." I hurriedly explained, "How could I ever get sick of you? I'd do anything to have you sit on my lap. "But this is the road test, not the field test. For the field test, we're in a closed lot, and no one is watching. But for the road test, we go on public roads, and the police might stop us." Alice put her hands on my thigh and begged pitifully, "I already failed the field test four times. I really can't fail this one, or I'll have to start all over."

Mary echoed, both of them turning their hungry eyes on me. I had fucked up — two plain cheese pizzas. “Shit, I’m sorry. Did you order extra sausage? The restaurant usually gets this stuff right.” “We told them specifically,” Gigi said, voice turning husky. “This is the second time. We warned that girl on the phone…” Mary smiled slowly, spinning her stool so her thick legs were on either side of me. Gigi did the same. Their stiletto heels brushed against my calves, trapping me between their warm, soft bodies. “I think we deserve a discount… or something,” Mary whispered.

All of a sudden, my breath became shaky as her words brought more tears to my eyes. "I won't say I know how you feel really, because I'm not wearing your shoes, but hiding yourself away from the world aren't going to help you either." She added in a calm voice. I didn't know how or why, but I found myself step out of the toilet. "Why say sorry when you did nothing wrong." I said passionately and the tears continued to flow. In a moment, I found myself in her arms, she had rushed me with a tight hug and began to pat my back.