Furious, outraged and mad, Daisy fetches the phone and picks it up to make a speedy, express call to Sofia. “Sure, dude.”
“How much do you think I can spend to fuck this gorgeous lady here? I really do want to punch him in the face for it. She has just stirred awake now, and yet she feels and undergoes these odd, rare, and funny sensations that make it seem like she is almost about to go out like a light into sleep right now. Sofia is hasty and brisk to answer her likewise. Your opinion and instruction worked perfectly faultless and sound, my sweetest friend.”
Sofia gasps and sighs out. Daisy is starting to question whether she did take a good, tolerable nap last night, or she dared not to do so actually. The first time I eyed and sighted her, I was like, ‘I have got to fuck this bitch!
