The emotions started to filter in -- horror, rage, despair, and a big helping of self loathing for being so fascinated. I had a date, in, like, ZERO minutes, there was no time for this! The despair bubbled up, taking center stage, and tears formed in my eyes. I started to cry, ruining my makeup, which had been pristine through all of that.
"What the f**k, Jon?!" I shrieked. Tch, I had already asked him that. I didn't like being repetitive.
"Ahh, s**t, Lacey! f**k, I'm so sorry!" Jonathan gasped, finally pulling up the shorts that had been pooled around his ankles. He was now tenting those things in a ludicrous way, though it started to shrivel under my withering glare.
"You SICK f**k! You f*****g pervert! How f*****g could you?" The words poured out of me, the rage and self-loathing dri
