Foster’s Porn Story: Dating Woes Chapter 2
Hi everyone, Im back again! I really wasnt planning on making this a two-part fic originally (which its really not, its basically two one-shots being put together). But this idea just popped into my head, so of course, when inspiration strikes, to work I go! Its kinda weird, Ill admit, but Im not gonna lie, I had a lot of fun writing this. But enough about what I have to say, I wanna know what you guys think! You all know what to do! Please read and review!
Disclaimer: I dont own Fosters Home Imaginary Friends
(Another short story by Dude 13)
WHY ME? the aggravated-looking, redheaded young woman implored miserably as she stormed into the restaurant bathroom.
Judging by her location, plus the nice white sweater, brown skirt and matching knee-high boots she was finely attired in, it was clear that the frustrated girl was there supposedly on a nice night out with presumably a handsome young suitor. Unfortunately though, as shown by her fiercely gritted teeth, tightly clenched fists, and uncontrollable swearing, it was quite obvious Frances Frankie Foster was having anything but a magical evening of romance. Pacing about back and forth across the tile floor, she threw up her arms in hysterics as she launched into a furious tirade.
