It was a dark night balmy summer night, when I finally chose to forgive Jordan Catalano. We drove off in his red convertible, not stopping until we reached Lets Bolt. The whole car ride was filled with an intense sexual tension, that was almost unbearable.
As we pulled into the parking space; Jordan Catalano made a perfect parking job, making sure he parked his car directly in between the two yellow lines.
“Jordan Catalano, can’t wewe read” I said. “This is a handy cap, herufi kubwa spot.”
“Sorry Angela,” he replied tenderly. “My kusoma lessons with Brain have been going pretty well, but I have...
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