Chris yawned at Sam who stood in front of him; arms crossed wearing a slight frown on her face. He glanced at his bedside table, squinted to focus at the alarm clock and saw its thirty minutes after four in the morning.
”I mean why ’hell no’ Chris?” Sam continued, ”You sounded and looked SO against breaking my hymen! Well hello it is MY hymen and I have the final say who will break it. And I chose YOU.”
Chris sat up groggily. ”And you just brought up the question NOW?” He did thought Sam gave up on her crazy Theory and his supposed participation in it a week ago when she calmly Click to read more