I’m sure a lot of (single) women will agree, it’s a lot of things we can entertain in our heads that, on those nights or mornings alone with the B.o.B, can, in less than 2 minutes flat out send us straight to where we’re trying to be until we’re flushed and it’s over and all but a head happening.
It’s like a sin-city slogan: What all happens there, stays there. Period. Dot.
Call me naïve but (other than rumored), never once did I think I’d live to see, or bare witness to such things actually happening.
Rewind.
Some two years ago, Chicago Bulls player Derrick Rose was accused of drugging and gang raping a woman that claims they dated from 2011-2013. In the suit however, the woman laid claims the Rose was pressuring her to masturbate in front of him, have sex with her friends and to, have her engage in group sex with strangers.
In August of 2013 the accusers Rose and his friend Ryan Allen along with his personal manager Randall Hampton, invited the woman to his Beverly Hills mansion where they
