“So, you can call me Joy, which isn’t my name at all, but I can’t call you, Leroy.” I held my hands over her, threatening to tickle her ass. “I’m about to call you pissy in a minute.” “How about Roy?” “How about you call me Daddy?” I picked her up and carried her pissy ass into the bathroom. “I am not about to call you Daddy in public, Cappadonna.” “I’m cool with that… as long as you screaming it in private.” I kissed her on the neck and sat her down. “Donna?” “Don’t piss me off.”
