5
Charlie
Goddamn.
It nearly killed me to tell Annabel she had to cut and dye her hair. Especially since I haven’t fulfilled my fantasy yet of riding her from behind with a fistful of that dark auburn thickness to hang onto.
But she looks absolutely angelic as a blonde. The deep red played up her personality—she rocked with the large-framed glasses and the dark lipstick. Now she looks like the girl next door. And damn if I don’t want to tie her to the bed and f**k her until she weeps for mercy.
I bang around in the kitchen, trying to satisfy my lust with food. I can’t seem to eat enough.
After a full spaghetti dinner, I’m still hungry for red meat. I’ve already eaten the cans of chili in the cupboards. I pull out a container of spaghetti sauce and eat it straight out of the jar. And
