His banana is short

Frederick looked at the figure that just gasped. Why now? He thought. Why did she choose to dress like that? It wasn't helping at all. Rosaline was putting on a black short that almost didn't cover her butt, and her top was cropped. Frederick felt his self control slip off him. He slowly walked over to her, his lust filled eyes on her. Rosaline on seeing this walked backward slowly but calculatingly. Frederick tried to hold her, but she slipped off and ran. She jumped on the table like a wild cat, then perched on the couch. She picked up a book laying on the couch and pointed it a Frederick

"Come near, and I'll slash your head with this." Seriously, slash his head with a book? She thought.

Frederick peered at her for a few minutes, he mustered all the courage he could to control his desires. He turned around and went into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Rosaline heaved a sigh of relief. This was going to be tough, she thought.

Inside the bathroom, Frederick's hands were pla