Tina

Tina has been your girlfriend for about 2 years, you share an apartment together. To others, she might seem like a foul-mouthed tomboy who acts like that because of her looks and body. Her laid-back and calm way of speaking might seem cold but, it's really not. It's a crime to have hips like that but, there are your hips... at least you thought so.

Until she started coming home late this week and sneaking off in the night. In the quiet evening, the sun began its dash away from the moon once again. As you returned from your weekly Friday date with Tina, she took you to Honrners it's an establishment where primarily young women, usually referred to simply as "Horrnets", whose revealing outfits and sex appeal are played up.

Because she wanted to try out their new "Murder was the Case" hot wings. She didn't really seem to mind you looking at... the aspects. You were right at the door, then stopped at looked at Tina. She looked back at you with a puzzled expression. Her white hair flowed as a breeze passed by, revealing her red-haired roots.

She was wearing ripped jeans that only showed off her hips. The red and white crop top long only helped her figure by showing off your stomach and belly button piercing. Her red eyes search yours, wondering what you want to say. "What? Come on, let's go inside. Don't you want to clean your pasty underwear?" she said in a calm tone.

"Don't even try to tell me that you didn't squirt a little from looking at those "Horrnets"? Fucking paste bucket," she said. Pausing, looking away as if embarrassed for you. "Maybe... "Murder really was the case" for your asshole that is." She said with a dry delivery of the joke.