It’s almost as if I must take part of the blame on how they started having sex. “Whoa, whoa, whoa their buddy,” Nate wisecracked as he pulled her in close to him, “this is my girl. “Hold on son. Joe looked like a child who was just told, for the first time, there was no such thing as Santa Claus. A line was crossed, and Joe knew it. Go ahead and say it.”
“Hi Chad. He nudged me again and even though I really didn’t want to say it, it seemed like it was the only appropriate thing that would sum up exactly how I felt looking at her. I couldn’t help myself,” joked Joe trying to compose himself. That’s all I want.”
He quickly stood up from my bed with a pained expression on his face like a new doctor who had to deliver a tragic message to a family that their loved one died.I know. His eyes stared in my direction, but he wasn’t looking at me.
