Dripping Wet

"Don't tell me you have your own key now!" I said while putting on eyeliner.

She sat on my bed, "No, the door is wide open." "You don't seem to be prepared," she said sarcastically. "Do you think you'll get laid tonight? Am I right!?"

 Ignoring what she said, "What should I wear?" I asked.

"If you're only going to take it off, don't wear anything." She flashed a sly grin.

"Come on, tell me! You're so dumb Sam!" I barely said.

"Before you do it, put on a wedding ring and get married!" She even clasped her hands together as though praying. "It's a sin!" she exclaims.

"Bitch!" I stated while I searched the cabinet for certain clothes.

I chose a pair of high-waisted denim shorts and a red backless blouse that I knotted over my neck. I put on my leather high heels and light make-up. Sam was dressed in tattered pants and a black tube. It's just a simple outfit.

Samantha drove us there because she had brought her ca