I look at her, dumbfounded, "Are you serious? What they do in the bedroom, no, isn't my business, unless it's under my roof. If they want to do that, take the risk, they better freaking love each other and they better take it elsewhere."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I have an idea and get Riley's number up on the screen, standing. I dial the number and know that her phone vibrates really loud. I hear her scream and run around. I laugh histarically, ending the call and Riley runs in, her phone in hand.
"What. The. Hell." she looks me in the eyes.
I look over at her with a smile, still laughing. She shakes her head, frustrated and walks out, pissed off. I cover my hand with my mouth to stop laughing.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"In my contact with people I find that, as a rule, it is only the little, narrow people who live for themselves, who never read good books, who do not travel, who never open up their souls in a way to permit them to come into contact with other souls -- with the great outside world." — Booker T. Washington, Up From Slavery