When it was all clean, she asked if she could borrow another shirt, which I of course agreed. Seems she didn't have much in the way of clothes. I lost...nothing on her choice of shirt as she came strutting out of the closet in one of my vintage "Don't Mess with Texas" shirts.When she came up to me and gave me a little spin followed up by her lifting her shirt up to expose her ass cheek, I soon had her pinned beneath me on the bed. Her long legs and arms were wrapped tightly around me. We laid. She called him back when she could get privacy.“Sorry about that,” she said from her room.“Don’t be. If anything, I’m jealous. Somebody needs you because you’re socially useful. I’m only useful to Sparky.”“Seems people think you’re useful. They pay you, don’t they?”“One hell of a lot more than the hospital pays residents,” Eric said. “Does that make me useful? Actually, what I sell is programs, and other people write the programs. You can debate their utility. Some of them have great uses;. "I love that body of yours, bitch. You obviously have Latin blood on you, you are way too sexy to be a white girl." Yes, my mother is from Bolivia. She wouldn't like a negro being with me." I am going to get straight to the point, whore. Meet me and my boy at the dark ally across the street at 8 PM sharp." Ahh, why?" You'll see, puta."I am shocked of the fact how turned on I am over the way this jerk spoke to me. He called me horrible names in front of my "boyfriend." I am a little wet right. You know how everyone is always busy during this season. So, I had asked the girls over for coffee and freshly baked Spritz cookies since they were always a big hit and seemed to disappear into mid-air. Micha was busy that evening which had sorely cut into our time for each other, and I was beginning to feel a little lost, frustrated, and even questioning. There were four of my friends and I who sat around my kitchen table that evening. The table was adorned in a red linen tablecloth, fitting.