'Don't I smell bad'?
The nuzzling of her neck in the silence of the room is pervasive.
It feels like her teeth extend out further every second we do this.
The insides of the covers are smelly as she tossed me down and straddled me.
Call me Stallion.
'I know you threw her in the Meru'.
'How long have you raised the kid'?
'Can I still see her'?
'Does the kid think he will see her again'?
'Was it a 'package' deal'?
'Stop'.
I roll my eyes and resist the urge to clench my fist.
'What do you want'?
'How do you want it'?
'When and where'?
'I don't play that kiddie shit'.
'I need structure, or I will walk away'.
I nearly want to puke.
These people are truck-kun.
Like a multidimensional police force.
'What is a dimension'?
'If you stop this I will tell you everything'.
'If you don't I will tell you everything... Jesus woman'.
