Fight of the Chosen
Di squealed, “Well alrighty then, my Hershey kiss, let’s do it!”
“Di, you know I fucking hate that name.”
“Well, it fits, you’re chocolate, got those awesome cocoa puff tits, coke bottle figure, you know if I swung that way, you’d totally be my bitch. On my way over!” Fifteen clock minutes later I laughed at Diana. She looked like she could be my dad’s daughter although the attitudes are polar opposites. Di’s family was rich, and she had everything placed at her feet. So, material things were not a problem for her.
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