“Good morning, pretty boy.” Pretty? I still would have preferred to have Ashley at my place, but her plan was acceptable. Oddly, I felt more comfortable being with her at home than somewhere else. She was lifting cookies from a sheet as I composed myself. I put a hand on her thigh as I said, “So what’s going on with getting me home?”
She didn’t open her eyes. Before even considering the possible danger of opposing Ashley, I had to consider the fact that I was naked, in a strange car, soon to return to a strange house. Her merry smile retreated from her lips slowly
More and more I was beginning to appreciate her and the way she made me feel. How are you?” A kiss on my ear and I smiled. I began to appreciate this unique experience. “Dean, Sweetie, would you mind carrying the pizza?”
“Sure.”
Kim interjected, “Yeah, boy,” and made the cracking whip noise again.
