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2 days passed and I been having tattoo fever for the longest, but he doing to much about me getting a skull tattoo. The longer he decline my tattoo the longer ima decline him asking for sex.
"Yo what's wrong wit dis tattoo?"
"Why the hell you want a skull on yo hand?"
"Why the hell you got a rose on yo hand?"
"Cause I can"
"Ok lemme go get me a tattoo"
"Wait till yo birthday, get anything you want"
"Man oh my god"
I sat back down on the couch seeing his bullet proof vest putting it on while he walked in the kitchen.
"Till my birthday you don't get no touchy touchy den"
"Stop all dat cap-ou baby you so sexy-
"Shut up, till den no touchy"
"Man I'm touching sum-
"No the fuck you not-
A glass fell from the kitchen when Bashar opened the cabinet.
"Oops"
"What was that-
"Don't worry about it"
"Don't get smart"
"Don't get dropped"
"By who?"
"Me, who else?" He said coming in with two wine glasses sitting next to me. I laid sideways putting my feet on him wiggling my toes as he started rubbing my feet.
"Baby do it look like my titties getting bigger"
"My mouth can only answer dat so lemme-
"Never mind"
"You be playing"
"Let me play den"
I took a sip from my wine glass as my phone started ringing.
