"f*****g right, I mean, God damn, seen the bill for this?" Jackson asked but his booming thudding music drowned out his harsh words.
"Out in the open, the night air caressing our bare flesh," Angela murmured as they got out of Jackson's car.
"Uh huh," Jackson agreed, wondering why girls had to make everything such a dramatic presentation.
Night air caressing our bare flesh? No, he was going f**k the stupid b***h, f**k her mouth, her p***y, f**k her ass. And if she bitched too much, I mean, God! After that bill from that dinner? She bitched too much about taking it up the ass? He would just use her mouth to clean his pipe after f*****g her up her sweet ass. Then the night air could caress her bare flesh as she f*****g walked home.
They hurried across the train tracks. There was no train
