Trannies. Botched plans. Changes of venue. Short red skirts…
“Actually, it’s skorts…”
Dress code fau paus.
Pictures not viewable to the internet… but saved for further blackmail.
Blurred colored lights.
Though surprisingly not blow.
It’s just another night in LA. Business as usual.
She said that we’d only be gone an hour as we left his place. He said fine. But you could tell from the light in his eyes that he wished he didn’t know better. She’ll be back.. but not that soon.
And his heart dies a little.
The nice guy.
Oh sometimes it sucks being the nice guy…