Our Way

by T.L. Swan

“Eliza, shut up is now code for yes, dear.”

all comes down to this. The moment in time where

I roll over and wince. “Oh God,” I whisper as I put the heel of my hands into my eye sockets. “My head is pounding.” “Like my dick,” Nathan says dryly. I look over at him in question. “Your dick is pounding?” “Uh-huh.” He gives me the side-eye. “Some crazy bitch, tiny kitty, drunk on sangria, thought she might like to squeeze the fuck out of him.”

This has to be the most funny AF excerpt in this story. Its AAA hilarious

kilometers down the road until finally a cab pulled up.”

This story has American characters with city locations in the US. Its weird to suddenly read kilometers instead of miles. Just a little editing fix here. It doesn't subtract from the story but it does make me laugh at the obvious: written by an author from a country that uses the metric system unlike the US