Page 713 of Hell Hath No Fury

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Giulia:Real men don’t fish, huh?

Nyx:LMAO. Real WOMEN don’t fish. They just ask. ;)

Giulia:Okay. I need an orgasm.

Nyx:Like you need air? Or like you need cookie dough?

Giulia:Worse. Like I need macadamia nut brittle vanilla ice cream.

Nyx:Well, hell. That bad, huh?

Giulia:Your spawn wants to kill me.

Nyx:No, it wants to drive you crazy. Or, should I say, crazier than you already are.

Giulia:You’re full of flattery today, aren’t you? Either that or you have a death wish. First you accuse me of vomiting to order, then comes the lies about me not being ten times better than your bike, and finally, complaints about me attempting to kill you via my pussy. It’s enough to give a girl a complex.

Nyx:You’re complex enough. I don’t need to give you extra.

Giulia:Har-har-har. Excuse me while I choke on laughter.

Nyx:I have something else for you to choke on.

Giulia:69? That’s definitely an option.

Nyx:I think so too.

Giulia:Whereabouts are you?

Nyx:West Orange.

Giulia:Not the clubhouse?

Nyx:No. I’d have said ‘compound’ if I was there, wouldn’t I?

Giulia:Grouch.

Nyx:No truer words and all that shit.

Giulia:Pfft. If you’re in town then you can bring me macadamia nut brittle vanilla ice cream AND your dick. That sounds like a win-win situation.

Nyx:Do you need those pills as well?

Giulia:Oh, God, I do! I love that you remembered that. Especially as I forgot to pick them up yesterday. Sigh.

Nyx:Send me a picture and I’ll get them at the same time.

Giulia:If I asked for Doritos are you gonna give me crap about it?

Nyx:You said it yourself. You’re cooking my hellspawn. No crap given for requests for Doritos.

Giulia:Well, I didn’t put it that way.

Nyx:In so many words. You know what that means, don’t you?

Giulia:What?

Nyx:You’re the gatekeeper.

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