Tighty Whities Story Novels & Stories

"You made this?" Deke settled back onto his own stool. "You sound surprised." She looked him up and down. "You don't look domesticated." Domesticated? Trent laughed. "Oh, that he'll never be." She put her fork down. "Now, tell me what happened tonight. You know, the thing you don't want to tell me about." *** Whitney was a reporter, and she could smell a story. This one stunk like a three-day-old corpse in August. She didn't know what happened, but she was getting the impression the man who dropped at her feet hadn't truly stepped off a tall building.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

But- *Whistle* “I may get used to this view.” Of course, he must come in at this very moment. Cursing, I closed myself inside the wardrobe, taking on a comfy off shoulders dress. It came down to my knees, a dark green color. Good. Leaving my hair free to dry I stepped out only to bump into a chest. “What?” “Just for you to know, I don’t mind seeing you like that.” I punched him in the chest and he stepped aside laughing, causing me to blush even more. We ate mostly silent. And straight after that, I went to sleep, dreaming of fire cages.

“Why are you laughing? It’s not funny. I don’t want to be involved with someone , whether that be friends or more, if they are engaged to some other woman.” “Whitney, she’s a lesbian. She has a girlfriend. If you don’t believe me I can take you to their house right now and let you meet them. There is nothing going on between her and I. No sex. No nothing. I mean yeah it would be hot as hell to have a threesome with the two of them but they do not like dick. At all.” “Wow. Umm.. I don’t know what to say on that. I’m sorry I hadn’t given you a chance to explain this before now. Would you like something to eat? My treat.”

When he made the suggestion, Whitey's grip tightened, making Doniel wince. "Hey, what's the big idea? Are you trying to kill me or something?" "Spout that kind of nonsense again, and I'll do more than just press a little harder." Whitey casually twirled a towel around his face. "What's so nonsensical about it? Is there something wrong with wanting you as my girlfriend?" In all of Jefferson City, there was a queue of people dying to be his girlfriend, yet Whitey, who had grown up with him, could not seem less interested.