High Voltage:Grab water
From Create Your Own Story
I reached for the water bottle and twisted the cap off. I was into craft beer and as fun as college was, I wasn't interested in drinking shitty beer for the memories. I also didn't know how much beer this small body could take, because I'm pretty sure the amount I wanted to drink would send me back to the hospital.
I turned on the TV and devoured three slices of the pizza in a matter of minutes. I started working on a fourth slice of pizza, but I was already getting full. "Bitch stomach," I grumbled. There wasn't much on TV. I put it on some James Bond marathon for some external boost of testosterone. Unfortunately, as James Bond movies typically do, he ended up having sex with the girl. I should have expected it, but I didn't expect it to emotionally drain me. As I watched the camera pan over the woman's curves, it was a stark reminder that I had similar curves as well. The girl clamor for his attention, and encourage him on with her moaning was humiliating. I could picture myself in her position, completely compromised. Tears started to stream down my face and I wiped them away with the sleeves of my sweatshirt. I turned the TV off and walked to the bedroom grabbing my purse and my keys. The keys had the BMW logo on them and the tears continued; this bitch had everything.
I tidied up the TV room a little and left the suite. The silver BMW was just as beautiful as I imagined it to be, much nicer looking than the dinged up compact I drove. I unlocked it and stepped inside. After about 30 minutes of driving I had arrived at my destination.
Should I:
