It's Not A Big Deal

"I'm sorry but he has to go."

Milk and Cookie… you know what, I'll just call her cookie from now on. Anyway, cookie is clinging on my arm.

"Why couldn't he stay?"

But instead of the man, Carrie interjects. "Man, what the fuck. Wasn't it you guys who so against we bringing other to watch the game? Just, kick him out and let's get on with the match."

I struggle my arm around, feeling her perky breast. It's amazing but I…I don't really want to deal with the crazy one you know? "You're pretty close to me right now, do you mind?."

Cookie replies with a smile, "I know."

…

I wonder why am I even trying.

Carrie holds her arm under her flat chest, "so, is the money prize are real?"

The man nods as he looks at Cookie, "though it's not us who initiate the match and don't want to, our little sister likes to see it. Even if we want to pull some string, she wouldn't like it unfair."

One of his men comes forward with a black case.

"Do you want to see the prize yourself."