Oh shit, I just remembered one. She propped herself up on her bed, spread her legs and through the tear in her jeans I could see her little red thong she was wearing when she asked, “You want to fuck me don’t you?” as her hand slid south.. She was actually pretty damn good looking for, uh, who she was and I was thinking about it, except …
1) No sheets on her heavily stained mattress.
2) Her mom was literally 10 feet from the bedroom door.
3) Just three minutes before, she showed me where she used to hide her crackpipe – in the slit throat of her stuffed childhood bear.
I think that may be the only time I’ve ever Nope’d my way out of a girl’s bedroom.