Across from my bed was a thirty-two inch television, my pride and joy. Sex video I think some small part of me was happy to deliver the news given the epic levels of bitchiness Kimmy was striving to achieve. “I know, poor monster,” I said, deliberately misinterpreting her comment. “Oohh, check that out,” Sam said, pointing at the TV as a robot whacked a particularly nasty monster around with a cargo ship. She was a sophomore. And lastly, it was not my mother who walked in, it was Kimmy. “Yeah… about that. Out in the hall?” I asked. And he’s a cheater!” Brad hissed, pointing at his opponent. The door opened once again and Kimmy stood there looking at me.
