If I wasn't dead already, I'd say I was having a heart attack. He frowned harder. Either come across, or food won't be a euphemism. If you will not do it, mon ami, then let me feed, so that we may finish this.
I'll make you a deal, boss man. You have issues with commitment, marriage, and being tied to just one man. He was still there huddled near, but not too near. Just seeing them, lying there, unused, made my pulse speed just a little.
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