"Remember, little sis. Men are trash. They lead you on, say that they like you and then leave you in the dirt as soon as the mood strikes them."
Camille nodded like she was listening to this harder than anything else she had ever heard in her entire life.
*Smack!*
"Ow!! Why?!"
Serana rubbed the side of her head as she looked at the only other occupant of the couch.
Even though she was still only within her early twenties, Bianca had developed the figure of a mature, shapely woman.
She wore a pair of smart black pants and buttoned down shirt. Though since she was done with work for the day, the first three or four buttons of her shirt had already been undone.
Serana was trying her best not to stare, but politeness was never really her strong suit.
How was it that her literal mother was having a more fulfilling sex life at night than she was?!
