We were talking for a bit,
I was scratching head trying to get hold of all she saidmost of it didnt make sense, but shyta closed mind is close to a closed mouth so I fed into itthe story got gorey needless to say I wasn't used to thisshe talked about how she like light skin pretty boy sshwhen I stopped her and expressed a mild concern to the attention that she acquired to earnthe words burned as I released a sigh...and explained while I had the focused attention of both eyes,and told herhow do you want from some one the very same thing they want in returnto be chased, bought nice things and complimented about their outfit and nice genes.I mean,I don't mean to demean,but would you really be surprised if you found out that more than half of them played for your same teamshe let out a sigh...and we changed the subject and pushed all that bs to the sidelaughed as we finished our coffee and the ride...