Kimmy stood just inside the treeline with binoculars in hand.
Stella nuzzled her neck. "Do we really have to help this guy? He's annoying."
"You say that about most men."
"They smell. They're pushy, and way too many of them think with their dicks."
"I can't blame them when it comes to you. I didn't marry you for your brains, you know."
Stella growled, the sensation reverberating against Kimmy's skin. "And I didn't marry you for your dick."
"Good thing since I don't have one, but then again, I don't need one to keep you happy."
