Derrick Pierce
Invasion Of Privacy
Tuff Love Scene 2
Tuff Love Scene 5
Tuff Love Scene 3
Tuff Love Scene 6
Tuff Love Scene 1
Tammy's on the phone, moving around her place, bitching about the breakup like it was yesterday's garbage. New spot, fresh start. Too bad she's started losing shit. Days slide by. She steps out of the bathroom wrapped in two towels, wet hair dripping, and there it is—an unsmoked cigarette dead on the floor. She didn't put it there. She freezes, picks it up, feels the cold slide down her back. A smoker? Nope. She dials Ray, the super. No maintenance crew's been in. Maybe the last tenant still has a key. Her pulse kicks. He says the building's solid. Couple days later she comes home and the door's already open. She calls him again, voice tight. He shows up fast, swaps the locks, tells her she's golden now. She thanks him, all smiles. She has no clue that Ray's the one who's been letting himself in whenever he wants.
Tammy's on the phone, moving around her place, bitching about the breakup like it was yesterday's garbage. New spot, fresh start. Too bad she's started losing shit. Days slide by. She steps out of the bathroom wrapped in two towels, wet hair dripping, and there it is—an unsmoked cigarette dead on the floor. She didn't put it there. She freezes, picks it up, feels the cold slide down her back. A smoker? Nope. She dials Ray, the super. No maintenance crew's been in. Maybe the last tenant still has a key. Her pulse kicks. He says the building's solid. Couple days later she comes home and the door's already open. She calls him again, voice tight. He shows up fast, swaps the locks, tells her she's golden now. She thanks him, all smiles. She has no clue that Ray's the one who's been letting himself in whenever he wants.