"He punches shit all the time. I should blow my saved up allowance and buy him a hooker. Seriously. Just buy her, strip her down, wrap her with a ribbon and leave her on his bed with a note to have fun."
This plan had merit, actually. She filed that away for 'birthday present ideas.'
"Okay. So clubs it is. Which means we need to ditch these boring ass clothes and go something more awesome. We can shop or we can just raid your closet. I -know- you have some hot tops. And any skirt can be made short."
Trouble. Brewing right there in NYC.
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