Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Aaron was supposed to be home hours ago. He had promised to take me to a special Valentine’s Day dinner, and instead I am sitting on the couch, all dressed up and alone. I keep checking my watch and my phone. No text, no call, just radio silence from my dumb bitch of a boyfriend.
As I’m stewing, a thunderously obnoxious noise rattles my windows as a lifted truck comes barreling up the road. I can only imagine how small that dudes penis is. It’s so loud I have to press my hands to my ears till the engine shuts off. Only, It sounded like it shut off in front of my house. I stand up to look out the window, and sure enough. Fucking Aaron is jumping out of the shiny, new, expensive-looking truck.