Squire looked muscled and handsome in tight and square shorts, a white tank top, and bright-white sneakers. He placed shades over his eyes and walked into the parking lot in search of his car.
Some b***h Lady behind me in her Saab beeped once, twice, and three times. Perturbed, she waved her arms, seated behind her steering wheel, obviously upset because the light in front of us had turned green and I wasn’t moving.
I took a last glance at Squire: sexy as f**k, porn-stuff, just right for my needs. He caused my d**k to pulse between my legs, and my temperature to rise. He caused me to whisper, “You’re f*****g hot, man. I wouldn’t mind having you all to myself.”
Bitch Lady beeped again behind me. Beep! Beep! Beep!
I lifted my right foot off the brake. The Fiat drifted forward. My boner s
