I got to work the next day, and Roscoe was there. We’d had
zero discussion of how we’d act at work. He was super-
excited to see me and everything, and I mean super-excited.
As he walked up, I could see his dick getting hard in his
pants.
Tiffany: “Yo Roscoe, we gotta talk at lunch. We need
to have a conversation.”Roscoe: “Oh yeaaaa, we gunna talk awww right!”He grabbed his dick and smiled at me.Tiffany: “Don’t do that, Roscoe. A real talk. A
conversation.”Roscoe: “I know a place we can havva talk awwright. A
goooood talk.”Tiffany: “No, we’re going to meet in the Center Air,
it’s a restaurant in the center of the airport. Meet me
in the Center Air where everybody be at, we’ll meet
right there.”Lunch came around, and we met there and started
talking. Roscoe was happy and serene and had no idea what
was coming. I felt so bad.
Roscoe: “Tiĉ-a-Knee, youuu so booty-full to-day. I was