Tim was kicking her ass. Not that she would admit that to him or anyone, but he was and Marissa was taking full advantage of the fact that he seemed done kicking her ass for the time being to lie face down on the bed in her hotel room and pray for death or sleep or a large bottle of vicodin to magically appear. Instead, the phone rang and she didn't even bother checking the caller ID.
"Talk."
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
