"Wouldn't it be, though? People who do that are the lowest of the low. Fortunately, it's pretty isolated. And the vast majority of charities are run by religious organizations. I'm glad the food bank is there for me once a month."
I better go though, it was barely light outside, really early in the morning, I shimmied out from under Justin and he just turned over. I got dressed as quietly as I could and headed for the door.
I noticed I had received a text from Ryan. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Erptic, he probably thinks I'm dead somewhere. Would I tell him about my sleepover with Justin. Or should I keep it a secret. Something told me I shouldn't lie to Ryan, but something else said, its none of his damn business...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑