Tommy slipped his hand behind the waistband of her sweatpants and under her panties. Tyson suggested they take Kim somewhere to have another go. He looked her up and down without saying a word than muttered, “come inside.”
The apartment wasn’t much cleaner than the hallway, boxes, bags, and clothing covered the floor, but at least there weren’t any bugs visible, thought Kim. He thought of what she had looked like in her bikini again. What a fucking body on this white girl. He took a sniff and said, “that’s nice, wish you could prove she has the body you say she does though, cause I call bullshit.” Tommy was sick of Tyson doubting him “Fine, tomorrow’s Saturday, come over early and I’ll prove it.” When Tommy got home from school, he had a plan all worked out.
