My dirty-dirty secrets
I tossed my bag on my bed as I rounded through my bedroom door. I had just finished my college classes for the day. Looking around briefly, I noticed that my room was clean and I definably didn’t clean it.
“Sam!” I called out, calling my friend Samantha whom I shared an apartment with.
There was a moment of silence.
“Your cars here, I know your home.” I called out again, stepping back through the door and into the hallway.
I still didn’t hear a reaponse. I walked down the hallway a bit to her door. Slowly I knocked.
“Sammy?” …