I hate people.”“Then wear a dress.”Chloe rolled her eyes as she grabbed a pair of jeans from her dresser and slid them on. She glanced at hersel... quickly in the mirror, smoothing her hair behind her ears. Her tight jeans clung to her hips and butt, while her shirt hugged her bust. “Fine. I'm ready.”“Really? Jeans and a t-shirt?” Hannah said, disapprovingly. “Yup.” Chloe tugged her high-top sneakers on and grabbed her purse.“How're you going to get laid in jeans and a t-shirt?”“I don't need to. Her skirt was above her waist, her whole bottom was naked on my lap. As I tore her tee shirt upward she started to whisper in my ear. “And that thirty-two thousand dollars I won on your Pai Gow game? That was just enough for me to pay off the tax and licenses to re-open my daddy’s bar, which you came into tonight,” her gentle voice told me.She shrugged the tee off, now mostly naked but for a bit of ruffled skirt which was less a garment than a decoration bunched about her waist. Bouncy boobs. “Well, you’d think after blowing him, he’d be more helpful.”You say that as if it wasn’t fun.“Oh, it was fun,” the witch agrees.No, it was disgusting.“That’s your opinion,” she counters smartly.Mine and probably the majority of the world.“I don’t know,” the girl says thoughtfully. “I know a few studying to be necromancer that would disagree.”I’m sure if the school knew why, they’d put a halt to the program.“You’re no fun at all,” Penelope says sourly. “I don’t know how my mother put up with. Main: Tab tak text karona.Bharti: Kyu?Main: Aise hi!Bharti: Aise hi kyu karu tumhe text?Main: Bas aise hi karte rahona.Bharti: Kyu?Main: Acha lagta hai.Ye maine andhere mein teer maar di shayad nishaane ke kareeb lag jaaye.Bharti: Thoda nahi tumhara poora screw dheela hai.Main: To tight kar do, tum medical student hona.Bharti: Tumhara screw tight karke nahi hammer se maar ke tight karna hoga.Main: To marona.Bharti: Are, ajeeb ho. You are irritating.Main: Kyu?Bharti: Kuch bolna hai to text karo.