L-M-F-A-O!” They did not use the words. She agreed to go wherever he wanted her to if she did not have to keep smelling him. That’s what I think. The F is for Fuck! What kind of fools do you think we are?” (Note to reader. But it was looking like that was not going to be possible. Steve looked a bit disappointed. In the angled glare of his headlights, he could see that his truck tire was lodged down in a gap in the concrete. work before pleasure”. She started flipping thru it and stopped when she found what she had stumbled upon earlier when looking for Joey’s number. Steve thought about it and decided, why not? The ‘Name sewn on their shirt’ gang pondered that for a moment, then the guy with no name on his shirt said, FUCK! One guy was wearing old coveralls with the sleeves torn off. One of them said “yeh, darlin’, start dancing for us!” This was a fast change of events.
