BORROWED TIMESATURDAY EVENING, TRENTON PICKED ME up at my parents’ house. He was very handsome in that tight black T-shirt. It showed off the muscles of his upper body. He’d taken care of himself. That was obvious. His khaki pants were creased just so. He even had the sleeve of his shirt rolled up, with what looked like a cigarette box inside the fold. I couldn’t help but smile. He looked the part of the 80’s bad boy. My heart started pounding as I looked at him. He was hot. His blue eyes took in my outfit. I wore a black leather mini skirt and knee high boots. The hot pink wife beater style shirt was clearly visible beneath the oversized white T-shirt that I’d cut the neck off of. It hung off of one shoulder and had multiple rips going up the sides, thanks to Tracy. She’d also helped me
