A Day in the Life of…
“I really hate them,” Matt mumbled only to groan seconds later when the sounds of his brother groaning his wife’s name became louder and he was forced to pull a pillow over his head and-
“God, you feel so fucking good!”
-decided that he didn’t need sleep after all.
Only a few more weeks, Matt reminded himself as he got up, tripped over his pants before grabbing them off the floor and pulling them on. That was followed by grabbing a shirt off one of the piles of dirty clothes covering his floor, pulling it on, tripping over his boots,… Read More