“I’m just passionate, darlin’.” “Call me darling again and I’ll steal your head and give it to Frank and Beans.” Several of the wrestlers gasped. Gabe looked scandalised, pressing a hand to his cross-covered chest. “That ain’t even funny,” Dan snapped, protectively snatching up his head and cradling it to his chest. “That’s sick, Val. You know what happened last time I fell asleep in here and they ran off with my head.” “They did karate on it,” Holt murmured to me quietly. “And cut his hair. He woke up with a bob, a black eye and a big dick drawn on his forehead. Val,” he added in a louder
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