Page 119 of My Sweet Dollie, You Have to Love Me

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Regret over that question tickles me in an unfortunate area, and my dick twitches again.

This is your fucking sister.The thought slips through this time. Another drink blocks it out, and I stare at my phone with eager anticipation.

Dollancie:

I can’t tell you that.

My hands shake as I type, barely able to send a short text.

Lucky:

Why not?

Dollancie:

A magician never reveals her secrets.

A laugh falls out of me.

Lucky:

Would it have anything to do with a wand and a rabbit?

Dollancie:

No. They’d be to please her!

Lucky:

So, what would she do?

Dollancie:

I don’t want you thinking I’m a whore.

I’ve been with the same guy my whole adult life, I’ll have you know.

Lucky:

And I can only imagine how boring that must have been.

You know, all those mediocre six minutes and drying kisses.

Besides, we’re talking about Jane, not you.

This message was so much easier to type despite being so much longer. Shane, the most powerful magician of all, can easily make any filthy thought melt away.

Dollancie:

Well, if we weren’t talking about Jane, you’d probably know now that I’ve had very few drying kisses.

Lucky:

Fuck me…

Dollancie:

That’s not a request, right?

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