”Angie's eyes cringed. “How did you...” Her eyes opened wide and a stunned smile came over her face. “You little pervert bollox!!”He laughed...as she sat there with a real but exaggerated shock expression. On impulse, she launched a hand towards him and twisted his nipple with laser-like accuracy. Killian howled and sprang up off the couch.“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!! JESUS FUCK CUNT BALLS!!! That hurts like HELL.” he screamed.Angie beamed. “Well, that showed you now, didn't it?”“Jesus, I was only. I was dressed to kill and all I wanted to do was kill some drinks and feel the music as I get wild on the dancefloor. I arrived at the club it was packed, I had to push my way to the bar where I just decided to stay close for the rest of the night. The first drink I ordered was an Amaretto sour with Bourbon and the first sip had me leaning at the Bar for a moment, I guess the bartender sensed I needed 'A wake me up moment.' I stood there sipping and here comes a tall brotha' with dreads done. He never brought girls home for me to meet, hell, he didn't even attend his prom. But, that all changed this summer, one week before school started back. My son has one friend, his name is "Gerome." Gerome's family, lives very close to the university that they both attend. His family is old, REAL old and live in the poorer part of town, and although they seemed to be an unlikely pair, Gerome's black and an athlete, they have been the best of friends since their freshman year. Typically my son. He tilted her chin up, making her look at him. "Last question."She swallowed, trying to think. She knew he was about to collar her, asking for a commitment. She thought it would be a long time before she got tired of being his—right now she could barely imagine going back to her quiet, vanilla life of two days ago. But she needed to know what she was letting herself in for. "How—how long?" she stammered. She tried to turn her face away but he held her chin firmly. His expression, however, was.