She doodled signs like middle fingers and cocks on all the other windows and some the doors, then she saved the best for last as she wrote “Jerk-mobile” in big letters on the back window and then went around to climb on the hood so she could write, “I like sluts, not women” so big that it covered the entire front window. Ross was hovering over her and she could see a bulge in his dark jeans. There was no need in abandoning all of her fashion sense, so she put on some black, peep toe heels too. She quickly undid the clasp of her lacy, strapless bra supporting her D-cups and the slut didn’t even have to worry about underwear, because she wasn’t wearing any. She was plopped on the white, soft couch they were just making out on and he looked into her eyes with that brown, intense stare he got when he was angry and said, “You fucking bitch.”
She crossed her arms and gave him a sly look.
