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Python:Bye.

Me:Robbie?

Python:Yeah?

Me:I really like you.

Me:But please stop talking.

Python:Done.

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Me:What time is our date tonight?

Me:And how should I dress for this occasion?

Python:I’ll pick you up at 7. Feel free to be naked.

Me:You want to take me out in public naked?

Python:No, but I can always have an appeteazer before we head to dinner.

Python:I’m talking about you, Monty.

Python:More specifically, your pussy, in case you were wondering.

Me:I…ahem…yes, I got that, but thank you for the, uh, visual there.

Python:Visual, huh? What are you thinking about?

Me:You know.

Python:Explain, and in great detail, please.

Me:I will not!

Python:Fine then. Be naked.

Me:Or what?

Python:Oh, Monty. If you think your defiance has done anything to diminish this boner I have, you’re wrong.

Python:Be. Naked.

Twenty-Two

Monty

“I amsogoing to hell.”

He climbs back up my body, hovering over me with a wicked grin. “You gonna save me a seat when you get there?”

“No. I can’t believe I just let you do that to me.”

“I can. It’s impossible for you to resist me.”

“Sometimes I wish I could. You’re a little much at times. Plus, you know, there’s the whole me being your son’s teacher and all thing. That would really lessen the worry hanging over my head.”

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