Thick as a Brick

‟Who are you staring at?” Bonnie snapped at her date.

‟Black chick over there. She's got a really nice ass.”

‟Keep your eyes on me, and your hands on my ass,” she ordered. ‟You brought me to the dance, or are you too stupid to remember who you'll be fucking tonight. That's Kim's friend Monique.”

‟Hey, you don't order me around. I can fuck whoever I want,” the quarterback told her. He turned his back on Bonnie and walked toward Kim's friend.

Bonnie felt vaguely hurt. Brick was a good fuck even if he was lousy at conversation. Of course he just wanted to talk about himself when he should just want to talk about her. She could get someone who only wanted to talk about her and show the jerk she didn't need him.