Adult Blogs: BIG TIT PATROL got out then and came over to the drivers' side door. Opening it up and pushing me over, she got in, saying, more to herself than to me, "Honestly, Josh... I don't know why the fuck I put up with your shit sometimes."
Looking at her, the determined, angry look on her face as she shifted the Baretta in gear, I asked, "Why DO you put up with me, Lara?"
"Fuck if I know," she answered, tires squealing as she pulled out of the parking lot.
She helped me get inside once we were back at my apartment. I stumbled into the bedroom and crashed on the bed. I remember she made coffee for me, and kept bringing in cool washcloths for my forehead. She was holding the coffee cup, helping me to drink it, when I said, "You remind me of my mom, doing all this shit for me."
