The world is small… damn small!
What are the odds that the guy Melania met online and is now on a date with… is Tyler?
Yeah, that Tyler — Naomi's ex-boyfriend.
Seriously, how desperate or sick does a thirty-year-old have to be to accept a date with a girl who's barely twelve years old? And on top of that, in the middle of the night — not that it would've been much different in the afternoon.
Sure, anyone who doesn't know would never say Melania is only twelve — she looks at least fifteen or sixteen. But an excuse like that might work for someone like me, who's just eighteen, not for a thirty-year-old.
Needless to say, Naomi didn't take it well at all.
«That bastard, that pathetic sack of shit… I swear I'm calling the cops right now, and I'll have him locked up behind bars for the rest of his life!» she growls. Naomi is so furious her ears look like they're smoking like a locomotive.
