“No problem!” I replied getting back to my trashy romance novel. A few moments later, he asked, “What are you reading?” Ordinarily, I might ge...t annoyed at some stranger invading my personal space and making inane conversation just to fill the air with noise, but there was something about this guy that disarmed me. Was it his wavy, dark, full head of hair? His perfect abs that were accentuated by an obviously tailored shirt. ‘I must be reading too many of this silly books’ I thought to myself. . “I’ll be more than ready.”After spending the majority of the day in bed, Riley and Justin begins getting dressed for their dinner. Any business he had was easily pushed off with one simple call. Riley begins getting dressed several hours before they have to leave. As a result, Justin lounges in the bed watching her.“We had this guy come into the store the other day asking for a pocket pussy shaped like a Gardrigian Muhgrawt,” Riley is saying as she tries on her fourth outfit. “I guess because. The second stretched. We both knew what was going to happen. Then I heard my mother's voice say words an hour ago I could never imagined her saying, save in my stories that is. "Oediplex," she called me, "say the words, tell me the description, speak the narrative. Tell me about doing your mommy, while you do it to me." Green lights all the way down the avenue to home! I spoke of making love to my mom like I was writing one of my stories. "My mother has her legs spread for me. However, she is. There were four boys and two girls.The boys were obviously trying to impress the girls, and they were loud and obnoxious about it. For whatever reason, though, the younger Harold caught their eye and stole their collective attention. They began to stalk towards him. Harold, rather than looking fearful at the approach of this feral crowd, grinned in anticipation.“Da fuck are you grinning at, peewee?” the leader of the gang said, laughing and looking to the rest of the gang, who laughed.