. I swore I heard sizzling. Cool wisps of sheer material are laid over my exposed body ) He greets me at the door to his posh New York City high-rise apartment where he invites me into his master bedroom.
“What’s up?”
“I…”
Another long pause ensued, and I could tell he was getting tired. Admitting to a lie wouldn’t help me, and would lead to this creepy, leering old man knowing far more about my nighttime activities than he had to
. If I came clean, perhaps he’d be generous…of course, what was the worst he could do? If I came clean, I’d be forced to tell him the whole story, a prospect I didn’t relish
People were constantly talking about her, wondering who the baby's daddy was. Suddenly, Stephanie ran up and kissed him