Voh thodi dare kuch sonchte raha phir bola, “theek hai meri bhi ake sharth hai, ager tum jeet jao to tum meri gaand vohi pose mein maarna jo pose me...n main tumhari gaand mara hoon, ager main doosri baar bhi jeet jaoon to phir main jaisa kahoon tumko vaise gaand maran hoga”.Main to dill mein chahta hi tha mager voh shak na kare islye main kuch sonche jaisa kuch dare ke lye chup hogaya, phir apni aankhein neeche rakh kar bola, “mujhe tumhari sharth manzoor hai, ager main jeet gaya to tumse apna. . please." She squirmed as she stood in front of Tiny's stall."You'll get it," Patti whispered conspiratorially."When?" Betsy moaned. She scratched Tiny behind the ear.Patti ignored her friend and opened the gate to Tiny's stall. She led him out to the center of the barn, stroking his head as Betsy watched in bewilderment."What are you going to do with Tiny?" Betsy frowned. "You promised me a cock." She stood on first one leg, then the other, anxious, hot and ready."Why don't you strip first,". You pull some shorts on and emerge from your room a bit later than usual and make your way downstairs to the kitchen. You quickly pour yourself some cereal and sit down at the kitchen table, opening your iPhone for the first time today. You continue to stare at the screen, scrolling through social media posts from the night before as your middle age Dad walks in from the garage. He almost looks a bit surprised to see you awake so late "goodmorning princess, hows your head feeling this morning?". ”It seemed we were drawing a crowd. I wasn’t going to start anything. Though I’d learned from Stosh, the best at it, on how to instigate just about anything.“That was a snappy comeback there slappy.”“Dan Foster is not a second-rate football player. You little dicked asshole.”“I could care less what you call me. I know the truth, and so does Jenn. Kind of odd she hasn’t backed you up on that one. What boggles my mind is that you just referred to yourself in the third person.”“You can’t dispute.