Mean Lil Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext. 410
The wedding reception is full of people you haven’t seen since college. Almost as if you’ve walked into a time capsule. The fellas are clapping you on the back and asking about how life turned out for the all-star quarterback. Of course, telling them the truth would be unthinkable, so you shrug and pretend to be humble, asking how things are for them instead, but then you see me.
I’m the only person you ever told your dark secret to. And after that night, you left town and never looked back. You never thought you’d see me again, but here we are. I look you up and down and watch you shift your weight from foot to foot. Awe, does little ol’ Krysta make big bad Brent nervous? So nervous, I’ll tell everyone how you fantasize about being a cheap slut for every one of them?