"Jo is bloody lucky to have fat black girls you. I would do anything… anything… to have you. Just… just let me know if things change, ok?" she asked, absent-mindedly running a finger along my shirt.
"Ok." I said.
She slowly got off of me, and I stood up with her.
"Look, don go do anything rash. Confront Paul. There may be something else behind it. Ill come with you fat black girls if you
e scared, theres no way hed hit you while I was there, I know fat black girls that…" I fat black girls said.
"Please, Kevin, just leave." She said, tears streaking down her face as she looked down at the floor.
"Im… sorry…" I said, but she fat black girls didn answer, and I turned and walked to the front door.
I looked back once to see her tear-filled eyes looking straight into mine, but before I gave into my desires, I stepped out of the house, quickly making my way back next fat black girls door, to my own home.
I lazed around the whole day (I had a well-deserved week off work), doing nothing but eat and watch TV until about 3 oclock, when the phone rang.
Putting down the packet of biscuits I was currently devouring, I made my way over to the phone, shoving in the last biscuit before picking up.
My heart leapt into my mouth.
What if she had told Jo about…?
"Look, Jo, honey, I can explain…" I began, desperately trying fat black girls to salvage something from this.
"Theres no need." She replied, calm as ever.
"What… what do you mean?" I asked.
"Im sorry Jo, I fat black girls just felt so… so weird about it. And I hadn been meaning to tell Kim, it just… it just came out." I whispered into the phone.
