C60 Licking His Face He Begged

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Presley furrowed her brows at the sight of the caller ID as she sat in the passenger seat.

"What's wrong?" Elmer inquired.

"It's my grandfather," Presley responded, her tone flat.

"Aren't you going to answer?" Elmer prodded.

With a sigh, Presley reluctantly pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Presley? It's your grandfather