“You know, you assume a lot, Chrissy,” Thaxton chuckled. “Excuse me?” I balked. “You're excused, darling. But L is right. You assumed about dinner and you're assuming now,” Blessing sighed. “What did I assume? Were you or were you not being sexually suggestive over a split five seconds ago?” “Oh, no I was. You're right, you're great at reading subtext because I definitely meant I'd love to see that split up close on my dick,” Blessing chuckled. “But nobody mentioned you having to choose.”
