Jesus, we’re, like, seventy percent water or something? And you learn that’s so fucking true when you go to a fresh scene. “Body parts really don’t like to be cut, stabbed or hacked into sections, and they express their anger by leaking all over the fuck. “Why? Because you pined after me while I was watching a dirty movie with my girls that wasn’t all that dirty? I think it’s actually- and brace yourself- really pretty cute.” “I’m still all man.” As she rolled her body against him, she let out a mmmm as she felt his erection.

“’ Cuz I’m pussy-whipped?” She leaned back in his arms. “Are you out of love with me now?” he murmured. As they embraced, he kissed her on the side of the neck. While the other pairs found one another, Butch smiled as Marissa came over to him and put out her hand to help him off the floor. “Hey.” And then it was group-reunion time. Anyone joining me?” “Lassiter already does,” V said as he got to his feet and went to Jane.

“I’m wearing panties under my leathers from now on. “Is it me,” one of the males groused, “or did we just perform our own mass castration out here?” “I think that just about sums this shit up,” somebody agreed. I think I’m going to start knitting for reals.” As the females emerged with her, each one of them registered shock, disbelief, and then a wry amusement. “This is not as pathetic as it looks,” her Butch pointed out. Apparently there had been quite a bit of drinking going on, empty bottles of vodka and whiskey littered around them, glasses in hands or on thighs. The hallway beyond was filled with the males of the house, the Brothers and other fighters and Manny sitting on the floor with their backs to the bare walls, their legs stretched out, propped up, crossed at the knees or crossed at the ankles.

“I’ll be in touch-and, V, for the love of God, will you turn off his fucking mic-” “Ow! Hey! What the fuck, V-” “That’s because it doesn’t want to be around you any more than we do.” “You keep this up and I’m going to start thinking my enmity is mutual.” “About fucking time.” Right, Butch didn’t get off on dragging soaking-wet, panicked idiots out of a pool-but, man, he was really frickin’ glad he wasn’t on the back side of the house with those two fighting. I’ll let you know when you can-” “I’m losing air over here, you know,” Lassiter bitched. “We’ve got another four minutes in the gym.

“Shut up.” Butch fought to keep his voice low. I can’t do singing right now.” “It’s from Despicable Me,” the angel commented. “I was born ready for this.” “Of all the people who could be immortal,” V muttered, “why are you one of them?” “Because I’m a“Shut up, Lass. “Is it my turn yet?” Lassiter asked over the earpiece.

Blood kiss by jr ward