It’s 3 in the morning , Ayzia woke up thinking about a long hard piece of wood mixed in the equation of her and Bam; soft skin caressing amongst each other, kisses in places that the sun do not shine in.. then she thought to herself as she tossed over and realized she was still alone, “damn… I still have one more day of this bullshit.”
The Next Day..
It was 3 am again, but this time Ayzia was getting released. After 10 months of serving wasteful time, Ayzia could not wait to get home to Bam. She missed her like people loving on that pop eye’s chicken sandwich.