Crazy girl stayed on my mind and even weed didn't get her face or tits out of it. Her hazel eyes intrigued me and I still didn't know who the fuck she was.

“Who'd you hook up with last night?” Caine asked as he walked into our living room scratching his balls in nothing but boxers.

His hair was a mess and he smelled like ass. We were the same height and coloring and could be brothers. That was not unusual at Rochester where dark Italian looks were the common denominator on ...