Page 161 of The Stud

Or playing until they were literally falling apart.

Or fans from screaming with all they had which was such a magical experience to capture that I’m sad I don’t get to continue on capturing it next season.

Our new camera hire, Marvin Falhaber, has thankfully been so easy to work with that the transition has been rather seamless, and even more gratefully, my replacement,Romella Pascual, has been even easier.

Quite possibly because she’s so much like me.

Which was certainly one of her interview selling points…a lot like her hatred for Ramirez.

We get along fucking great, the boys like her well enough to give her the respect that’s due, and I don’t feel like I’m completely abandoning them to change departments.

Then again, I’m not just changing departments.

I’m going to be helpingrunone.

It’ll be weird not following Tanner around like his shadow, but I think we’ll be okay.

I’ll still be on the roadskies with them enough while getting our broadcasting department officially off the ground so there will be plenty of time to adjust.

Plus, LMC is in negotiations for steady local advertising for each main city location as part of a broader communitybuilding tactic, so whether its with Dalvegan or my family’s company, I can pretty much be anywhere he is, if I want to.

Downside to that is due to the success we had this past season, the womb ruiner, solidified her voice in brand consulting, meaning shecouldpotentially be there too.

Interestingly enough, I haven’t seen much of her since we did the big VIP winner reveal shortly after my return to the barn.

Not even at family brunches unless Tannerisn’twith me.

Can’t say I hate it.

Our tongues obsessively tangle, twirling faster and faster, turning up our lower halves to the frenzied state weshould betrying to steer away from in our cooling down process.

We need to eat!

Foodskies!

Real foodskies!

Protein smoothies during the off season should not be a thing I’m forced to consume!

Besides, he’s been promising me wings all day as a reward for not chirping him about his anal-retentive painting preferences.

Like bud.

Get bent.

It’s just a roller.

Not a 3P you need all season.

Aggressive, incessant barking suddenly begins in the bathroom, forcing us to part and redirect our attention to our clearly very pissed off pup.

“Seriously?” whines Tanner while transitioning to more tender touches. “You cannot possibly need to go out already. You werejustthere.”

His woofs grow in numbers, although it’s hard to say if he’s arguing, or insisting on something else.

“Bear,” Hamster Boy sighs in annoyance, “you-”

The doorbell ringing amplifies his barking indicating thatthat’swhat he was trying to tell us.

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