“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go...”
Lex flipped up his skirt thing.” At my confused expression she fills in the blank. “He wasn’t wearing underwear.” “Oh!” As that news sets in I ask what I assume I already know, based on the reaction of the women in the audience. “I assume that means he’s . . . ample.” “Well.” Amie gulps half of her second glass of champagne in one swallow. “I sincerely hope he’s a shower and not a grower, otherwise we should consider renaming him Vlad the Vagina Impaler.” I snort. “You’re exaggerating.” “Oh no, I am not. He could destroy someone with that thing.”
Well, you sure did screw my mouth. At first I think those words are in my head, until I watch his eyebrows rise. “I screwed your mouth?” “Uh. With your tongue. When you kissed me, with tongue. You screwed—” Oh God, Ruby, stop talking. “My mouth. With your tongue.” And he did it, very, very well. My lady parts agree with this assessment,
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