"I don't like that lady a bit."
"Why not? I think she's cool. I like her. She kisses well and damn! She's hell of a ride."
"You fucker! You have no manners or sense of responsibility?"
He turned towards Cortana. He was in bed, just relaxing. He had been up since you could think of and he was at the prime of the rest.
There was an empty box of pizza on the table on the other side of the bed.
Cortana was keeping him company. He loved her company. But the dickhead part of her was what he would never put up with.
He hadn't heard from Ishbelle since a while and he was beginning to be worried. Probably she was still getting over what happened back at the mall.
It had happened that they both met at a mall. He went from home, she went from work.