Page 62 of Fairground

Rae: Sorry, can’t, have to take the boys to their baseball practice. Can’t you cover the committee for a day?

Cash: Yeah, but Mrs. Mayberry wants me to string some lights up on the Ferris Wheel and now I’m getting hard around her because I’m thinking about your bare pussy on my face while I'm hanging in this cart.

Rae: Well that simply won’t do.

Cash: You’re right. Maybe I can find the one that you sat on and see if it still smells like your wet cunt.

Rae: Please enlighten me. What would you possibly do if you found that chair?

Cash: Lick the seat.

Rae: You’re sick. You know that, right?

Cash: Sick for you.

Rae: Cash, you need to keep things professional, or the committee is going to suspect something happened. Plus, it rained the whole weekend. Any evidence of our tryst should be washed away by now.

Cash: Dammit. Guess I just need you to come back here and sit on it again. Scratch that, my face.

Rae: Stop.

Cash: Never. When will you be done?

Rae: Not until late. Laken’s at a conference out of town until tomorrow so I have to stay here for bedtime and overnight.

Cash: So... Monday? We should call an emergency meeting to make sure everything’s decorated.

Rae: No. Please don’t. I can’t do Monday either.

Cash: Why the hell not?

Rae: Because I'd only planned for Wednesday—our original time for the committee and we're meeting with Macie and the entertainment that day. Monday, I’m covering for parent-teacher conferences while Laken’s at work. She has a late surgery.

Cash: So come to the bar afterwards when Laken gets home.

Rae: I don’t think that’s a good idea…

Cash: Why the hell not?

Rae: Because we should be keeping things professional.

Cash: Pretty sure that went out the window the moment my tongue spiked your clit, and you screamed out, "Yes, Cash!"

Rae: …

Cash: I need you, Edward.

Rae: Edward?!

Cash: Edward Scissorhands.

Rae: You can’t hit on me then call me Edward Scissorhands in the same text thread.

Cash: I’m thinking about your nails and teeth on the smooth skin of my cock and sack. I really fucking liked that.

Cash: Dammit, I'm hard again.

Rae: Get ahold of yourself, old man.

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