For dessert, it's a moon pie smothered in sausage gravy. Are you hankerin fer some?" No thank you. My doctor has me on a strict non-hillbilly diet." "...oldurn, ya'll make me happier than a boll weevil in a cotton field but lay off the jokes. You're gonna make me piss my pants...again. Why don't you park it over yonder while I eat."I began walking to the faded chair before his desk when he stopped me; fastening a collar around my neck. Not a BDSM thing. It was a flea collar to ward off the. .. Never mind. The file on me, right?”I nodded.Callie brushed her lips against my cheek and whispered, “I’ll treasure it forever.”“We haven’t finished the game,” I pointed out.“Who cares about the game?” she countered.I did. “Let’s make a bet on it.”“What bet?”Smiling, I suggested, “Whoever wins gets to do anything in bed.”Callie’s eyes opened wide. Then they narrowed, sneaky. “Anything?”I nodded.“Kay!” She jumped off my lap, sat in her chair, studied the board, and, after assessing her weak. He was a tall guy and really muscular too. He noticed me staring at him and removed two of his upper buttons and signalled me to open the door. I went to the door in just my thong, unafraid of anything and waited for him to come. He hadn’t taken my number, nor I his, so the only way we could communicate was by actually meeting. He sneaked up and I opened the door, noticing him through the peeking hole. He quickly entered and closed the door. As soon as he closed the door he grabbed my free butt. Why would I want to changes back to normals when we already knowsthis way's better?I never understood it why girls laugh when a guy wants to dress up likethem. They... they LAUGH. It's not fair. What's so funny about it? Justbecause we don't get to look so pretty like you? Is that what makes it sofunny? It's not fair. Everyone should be allowed to feel happy inside.Yeah but no. With the magic medallion we changed things so it's all rightnow. Didn't we? Yes we did. We didn't make the mistake at.