Rhett Morgan couldn't have been more wrong for me. The guy drank beer in the shower, for crying out loud. He had no prospects for the future, had slept with half the women in our beach town of Kill Devil Hills, and had no desire to change his...
Fighting and f*cking — that’s all I know.
Win the fight. Pick a girl. Screw her brains out. Rinse and repeat.
Every night ends up the same, with my opponent tapping out and a smoking-hot girl in my bed.
Until Penny.
I want to tangle her hair in...