Wringer Novels & Stories

One time she would be nice and the other time, she would behave like she does not know him and does not care. Is that how badly she does not want to be friends with him? He grabbed a fistful of his hair in frustration. What's going on? Gosh! His eyes wandered around the room and he saw the two boxes he had gotten yesterday on his study table. He opened Vanessa's gift angrily. He had no time yesterday to unwrap it. He opened the box after unwrapping the wrapper and saw the male wristwatch in it which is expensive. It shone and reeked of wealth.

It would act as a cleaning solution and I placed the wetsuit into the basin to soak. I opened the water in the shower and peeled off the body-fit micromodal trunks I preferred to wear. I took it into the shower with me and rinsed it thoroughly. I let it hang over the hook and more water flowed over it as I showered again and washed my hair.

I will see you tomorrow okay. [some loud, high pitch screaming, shrieking voices were coming from the backgrounds] Jerika: What’s that? Is someone’s… puppy dying? Martin: No… it’s a g… girl Jerika: Why is she making such voices? Martin: Apparently she is crying Jerika: Why is she crying? Is she in pain? You know what you should help her Martin: I really can’t Jerika: Why? Martin: Well because I am making her cry Jerika: Why would you do that?