Mia
“So you and Bones, huh? I never saw him as the settling-down type?” A woman named Brenna said. She was the old lady of someone named Casper. I met Casper. His name was appropriate. I’ve never met someone so white in both skin color and personality. I wonder if his real name is Poindexter.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, curious.
“Well, he was always with a different girl every night. Except for the last few months, no one’s seen him with any girl. I think he was being celibate in solidarity with the Prez.”
I snickered. “That actually explains a lot,” I said. Bones was wild in bed.
“Yeah? Well, between you and me, I think you’re good for him. He looks happy. He’s usually just going through the motions of day-to-day life, but look at him, he’s f*****g gloating.”
I did loo
