Homemade Intimacy

You look ridiculous. I did manage to hide my bruised ass from his notice. “I had a mind-to-mind call, but I sent it to neuron mail.” He crabbed to the back door and opened it. “They just ripped my dress a little. He went to the dresser and pawed through the shorts in there. He uttered birthday salutations barely loud enough to reach his son’s ear, which was no doubt plastered against our door. “This.” He pulled out a light purple, low cut top with frills around the collar. He sighed. “I need some air.” He managed to conceal his fuming on the way outside. “No!” She yipped. The tail had a velcro end for securing it to the donkey’s image. “Sorry, Ma-am.” Trent always called me that. We crawled in bed and kissed each other goodnight. Fairchild. And it’s a fine color for a party.” He returned to the closet, leaving the bottom drawer open.