Page 97 of Plight
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“Wait!” I said, sitting back. “What about Dudley?”
“What about Pugly?”
“Dudley!”
“Yeah.”
“You said Pugly.”
“I did not.”
“Yes, you did.”
“Danielle! What about him?”
“We’re a package deal.”
He nodded, sadly, squinting as he deliberated the dilemma. “Riiiiight. This could be a problem.”
A smile stretched across both our faces.
I whacked him.
He kissed me.
I whacked him again, this time, my whack, losing any whack it possessed.
“Doggy training,” he mumbled against my mouth.
I smiled and melded to him. “Fine. Deal. Now, let’s get married.”
