“You know…” Jake says, pouring milk into the two remaining teas. He picks one up and hands it to me. “Stuart is the only man I will tolerate mauling you. And that’s only because he’s as gay as they come.”
“Stuart doesn’t maul me,” I laugh. Taking a sip of my tea, I put it down. “He’s just a tactile guy. I like tactile people,” I add positioning myself in-between his legs.
“Yeah? Well, if any man ever touches you here,” he brushes his finger over my lips. “I’ll kick his ass.”
“What about here?” I point to my breasts.
“Hospitalised for sure,” he replies, eyes now glued to my boobs.
“And what about here?” I point to the V between my thighs.
“Stone cold fucking dead. You belong to me, Tru.” He lifts my skirt and puts his hand to the very place I just pointed to. “No one touches you but me.”
Laters my minions, TTYL as they say....x