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Jansen Heinreich
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I watched the girls leave from the apartment complex, giggling and chatting away as they got in Daffney's car.
I glared through my shades at Daffney.
The hell had she been doing here at this asshole's place?? What made HIM so god-damned special?
I sighed and angrily put out my cigarette into the ashtray in the console. Fuckers were gonna pay BIG time.
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I finally arrived home some time later, having followed Daffney back to my house.
I saw her car parked along the curb, and then pulled into the driveway.
I shut off the ignition once I parked, then climbed out and slammed the door. As I walked up the sidewalk, I overheard her laughter from the living room just under her shitty rap music. I walked in. She was in my room and hadn't heard me enter.
I walked up to the doorway and saw she'd had her back to me, now on the phone and laying on her stomach in my bed and talking with her older twin sister, Della, who lived in Michigan.
Della was hot like Daffney, but was a lesbian.
I looked to Daffney, still lost in her convo. The tiny green dolphin tattoo along the back of her neck seemed to jump every time she giggled.
I about spoke until she told on herself.
"Yeah, Dels! His cock looked AMAZING. Kira and I got him off BIG time... but... Dels, he kept looking at ME.... Yeah! And his kisses... MMMM, girl, it's enough to turn YOU back to straight!... You?! WHAT- Hahahaha!"
I glared a hole into her back, fuming in silent rage.
Daffney had whored out on me with Kira...
...with Jack?
I left the room, hearing more than what I wanted.
".... I'd totally have his babies... Kira's gotta get outta my way, though..."
On and on about Jack's dick. It was pathetic.
While I knew Daffney's line of work was primarily sex, it irked the hell out of me that now she had favored Jack over me.
I sat down by the coffee table, throwing open the little cabinet door. I pulled out my pipe and hit it. The familiar taste hit my tongue, and I lay back, letting the sensation flood through me.
Out of nowhere, Daffney finally appeared, nervously pushing her red bangs out of her sexy freckled face. She saw me and forced a grin, sitting down beside me.
I looked her over.
She'd changed her outfit, now in a black Nirvana t shirt over a pair of pale blue silk panties with a little white bow on the waistline. In the center of the crotch was a couple of cherries over the crotch.
She crossed her legs, her foot dangling in front of her.
"Hi!" she greeted, giggling. She rested her foot in my lap then, settling back into the corner of the couch as she faced me. "When did you get home?"
"Just a minute ago," I lied, watching her. I then shoved her foot off my lap. "Don't put your nasty ass feet on me."
Scoffing, Daffney rolled her eyes. "What crawled up YOUR ass?"
I snickered. "A little pest named Jack."
She froze, her expression showing that I'd scared her shitless. Her green eyes shifted nervously, and her face turned a dark red.
Daffney was never a good liar.
"Uh. What about that asshole?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at me. "Like, what-?"
"Shut the fuck up."
