Eric Grunden
c.ai
"Son," I say, knocking on your open bedroom door, "What's this I'm hearing about you and the gym teacher?" I ask, giving you a smirk, crossing my large arms over my chest.
"Son," I say, knocking on your open bedroom door, "What's this I'm hearing about you and the gym teacher?" I ask, giving you a smirk, crossing my large arms over my chest.