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Authors: Jacquelyn Ayres
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you always going to gasp when I say that word, baby?” He smiles—proud of himself, I think.
“Well ... it’s the middle of the day.” Wow ... really, Pollyanna? Mitch laughs and shakes his head. “Don’t laugh at me.”
“I’m sorry. You’re just so cute.” He shakes my hips.
“Well, just don’t call it the C-word. I hate that word.” I sigh.
“Cunt?” He raises his brows.
“Yes. It’s a turnoff—don’t do it.”
“I wouldn’t. I don’t like it either.” He pats the table and I sit on it. “Besides,” he says, nudging me to lean back on my elbows, “I couldn’t call something so soft, that purrs every time I touch it, anything but a pussy.” He opens my legs, sits, and places them over his shoulders. “You ready for your pussy to start purring, baby?” He yanks my hips down to him.
“I think it’s already started, Mitch,” I say truthfully.
“Jesus, Charlotte,” he gasps, then dives in.
I’ve got one word with four syllables: me—fucking—ow !
Slowly (and by that I mean fifty miles per hour) I merge onto I-93 North to head home. I should’ve left half an hour ago, but Mitch was all like, Purr for me, baby , and I was all like, Purr, Mitch , and so on and so forth.
“Ugh!” I groan and grab my cell to text Mitch.
Why didn’t you remind me that it’s Wednesday? I just rushed off frantically so I could be surrounded by all the other assholes trying to get home from Boston @ 4:30!
Don’t text and drive, Charlotte!
Who’s driving?! Certainly not me!
Well, come back here. I’ll give you a ride. ;-p
It’s your ride, sir, that has me delayed! I could’ve been in the middle of this party a whole half an hour ago!
It was a good ride, though ... so purrfect. Here, kitty kitty.
Oh, shut up you! I can’t believe you branded her with the name Kitty!
Actually, Kitty Wans’more is her full name.
Okay 007! BTW ... Kitty did wans’more.
Christ—morale is through the roof here!
Bypassed the ceiling, did he?
And the other five fucking floors!
This is Kitty Wans’more, reporting live from the Zakim Bridge ...
How are things in the belly of the beast? Any signs of movement, Kitty?
I’m afraid not, Morale, and I hate to say it but it’s a sad scene down in the trenches. I’m surrounded by dissatisfied people who all look zombish.
Zombish is not a word ...
It says right here, “Looks like a zombie but isn’t really one ... just looks that way.”
Says right here where? (Eye roll)
In the McKendrick I-know-my-shit-so-shut-up dictionary.
Tell me to “shut up” one more time and you will find yourself across my knees tonight!
SHUT
the front door! Guy on my left has a very satisfied smirk on his face.
Why—is he looking at you? :)
Aw ... but no. I am no match for what has brought on such a satisfied smirk.
Shall I guess?
You’ll never get it ...
I believe I did.
*Blush* Now guess—you only get 3 chances!
Is he slappin’ Pappy?
X
Making nut butter?
XX and ... good God ... WHAT?
Taking a shake break? Slinging jelly? Doing the Roman Helmet Rhumba? Punchin’ the Munchkin? Hacking the hog?
XXX and ... you lied ...
About?
You have WAY too much time on your hands!
:| *Blush*
Dirty boy! Would you like to know what has satisfied the man next to me so?
Did you flash him your tits? :) WAIT—did you flash him your tits? :(
I tried, but like I said, what he has is far more interesting.
I give up! What is it?
He has retrieved something the size of Rhode Island out of his nose! It looks a bit suspect. He’s been staring at it and playing with it for five minutes now! His satisfied smirk seems evil. It may very well be RI. You should call the President, just in case. If RI is missing—he’s our guy!
You saw through the Booger Shield? Is that your superpower?
Holy crap! It must be! How else could I have seen him pick his nose through the clear window of his car? The Booger Shield must have gone up so no one could see!
But you did!
“Well ... it’s the middle of the day.” Wow ... really, Pollyanna? Mitch laughs and shakes his head. “Don’t laugh at me.”
“I’m sorry. You’re just so cute.” He shakes my hips.
“Well, just don’t call it the C-word. I hate that word.” I sigh.
“Cunt?” He raises his brows.
“Yes. It’s a turnoff—don’t do it.”
“I wouldn’t. I don’t like it either.” He pats the table and I sit on it. “Besides,” he says, nudging me to lean back on my elbows, “I couldn’t call something so soft, that purrs every time I touch it, anything but a pussy.” He opens my legs, sits, and places them over his shoulders. “You ready for your pussy to start purring, baby?” He yanks my hips down to him.
“I think it’s already started, Mitch,” I say truthfully.
“Jesus, Charlotte,” he gasps, then dives in.
I’ve got one word with four syllables: me—fucking—ow !
Slowly (and by that I mean fifty miles per hour) I merge onto I-93 North to head home. I should’ve left half an hour ago, but Mitch was all like, Purr for me, baby , and I was all like, Purr, Mitch , and so on and so forth.
“Ugh!” I groan and grab my cell to text Mitch.
Why didn’t you remind me that it’s Wednesday? I just rushed off frantically so I could be surrounded by all the other assholes trying to get home from Boston @ 4:30!
Don’t text and drive, Charlotte!
Who’s driving?! Certainly not me!
Well, come back here. I’ll give you a ride. ;-p
It’s your ride, sir, that has me delayed! I could’ve been in the middle of this party a whole half an hour ago!
It was a good ride, though ... so purrfect. Here, kitty kitty.
Oh, shut up you! I can’t believe you branded her with the name Kitty!
Actually, Kitty Wans’more is her full name.
Okay 007! BTW ... Kitty did wans’more.
Christ—morale is through the roof here!
Bypassed the ceiling, did he?
And the other five fucking floors!
This is Kitty Wans’more, reporting live from the Zakim Bridge ...
How are things in the belly of the beast? Any signs of movement, Kitty?
I’m afraid not, Morale, and I hate to say it but it’s a sad scene down in the trenches. I’m surrounded by dissatisfied people who all look zombish.
Zombish is not a word ...
It says right here, “Looks like a zombie but isn’t really one ... just looks that way.”
Says right here where? (Eye roll)
In the McKendrick I-know-my-shit-so-shut-up dictionary.
Tell me to “shut up” one more time and you will find yourself across my knees tonight!
SHUT
the front door! Guy on my left has a very satisfied smirk on his face.
Why—is he looking at you? :)
Aw ... but no. I am no match for what has brought on such a satisfied smirk.
Shall I guess?
You’ll never get it ...
I believe I did.
*Blush* Now guess—you only get 3 chances!
Is he slappin’ Pappy?
X
Making nut butter?
XX and ... good God ... WHAT?
Taking a shake break? Slinging jelly? Doing the Roman Helmet Rhumba? Punchin’ the Munchkin? Hacking the hog?
XXX and ... you lied ...
About?
You have WAY too much time on your hands!
:| *Blush*
Dirty boy! Would you like to know what has satisfied the man next to me so?
Did you flash him your tits? :) WAIT—did you flash him your tits? :(
I tried, but like I said, what he has is far more interesting.
I give up! What is it?
He has retrieved something the size of Rhode Island out of his nose! It looks a bit suspect. He’s been staring at it and playing with it for five minutes now! His satisfied smirk seems evil. It may very well be RI. You should call the President, just in case. If RI is missing—he’s our guy!
You saw through the Booger Shield? Is that your superpower?
Holy crap! It must be! How else could I have seen him pick his nose through the clear window of his car? The Booger Shield must have gone up so no one could see!
But you did!
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