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The judge was still pleading as she and Scar argued.

“I’m not having my woman touch another man’s junk.”

“It’s barely even a dick, Scar. Look at it. It’s like a thumb. Think of it as me touching his hand.”

“I don’t want to look at it. And I don’t want you to touch it.”

“How can I cut it off without touching it, savage?” Exa asked.

The judge began crying as she and her man argued over the judge’s dick. To touch or not to touch, that was the question.

Chapter Twenty

Exa

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“I’m touching it,” Exasaid, mind made up.

“Exa, just set it on fire or something. Don’t put your hands on it.”

“Damn it, Scar!” Exa yelled. “You’re ruining my plans. I already don’t have enough time to do what I want. Now I can’t even cut his dick off?”

“Burn it, Exa,” Scar repeated. “I’m done arguing about this.”

“If I didn’t like yours, I’d cut it off,” she told Scar before rolling her eyes and returning her gaze to the judge, who was crying so hard, he had snot running from his nose, dripping almost to his chin.

“What the fuck you crying for?” Scar asked the judge. “It isn’t your woman who is about to touch another man’s dick.”

“Really?” Exa raised her eyebrow.

“Really!” Scar glared at her.

“Childish,” Exa muttered under her breath as she stepped closer to the judge.

“Give me the damn thing,” Scar yelled. “I’ll do it.”

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