Not Zoe's Type

Zoe seemed to melt when Biff kissed her, but then she pulled herself out of this forced bliss. She pushed Biff away and jumped out of bed. "Something wrong, baby?" he asked. "*You're* wrong," she said. "You're not even my type." He sat up and pulled the covers back, exposing his generous manhood. "And what exactly *is* your type?" he asked. "Goths are my type!" she yelled, causing Biff to flinch. "You're nothing like them!"