Billie Bob Jones
Dito and I were sitting in one of his many living rooms. He had a glass of wine whilst I had a vanilla flavoured cola. It seemed he had a whole range of them which I found it hard to believe he genuinely drank them himself. Whenever I was with him it was either he was drinking water, coffee or wine. He did not seem like the type of man who enjoyed sugary beverages.
I had not stopped yawning since dinner and tomorrow I would have to be up early to train, go to the physio then go to the arena for fan interactions once again. The rodeo was going to start at 6pm and normally lasted for three to four hours. I would have a repeat of that on Saturday as well before it was done.
"What do you want Barbie?" Dito asked me as he faced me. He was sitting on the couch opposite me and I found it difficult to not focus on his muscular tattooed chest without getting lost.
