I went to pick up Deborah at LAX after her flight came in. I got there a little after 5 pm and saw her as she walked out the front pushing a cart with a few suitcases on it.
I pulled up and got out quicky, going to the trunk and opening it. Deborah saw me and smiled.
"Jake!" she said excitedly.
I smiled even though I wanted to throw up.
"Deborah!" I said happily.
She ran up to me, hugging me tightly and kissing me passionately. I felt like a top-notch jackass.
How did I let this happen?
Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
By being a bloke, Jake!
Christopher over 4 years ago
True.
Christopher over 4 years ago
Haha. Very true.