More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“get your meat muppet off my ass. This ain’t that type of party. That tingle is me getting lady wood from your begging ass. The answer is still no.”
“Mandy, what the hell are you and that white man doing in front of your house?”
“You selling a product that delivers ass-spanking cowboys to your doorstep?” She eyes me with a lascivious grin, and then bites her lower lip. “Sign me up for a monthly subscription.”
“I swear to God, I’m filing a damn FCC complaint on Deja’s dating site. Damn, N2U has messed me up again.”
Cock-anemia, a condition of not getting enough cock, is rampant up in these streets.
“Grinchy!” I scream, but he remains stoic with a grimace on his slack face. Oh shoot, I crashed the Diesel. He’s out cold, and it’s dark and snowing. How am I going to fix this mess?
“Between my legs is the eternal garden of dick kryptonite. I’m talking, stripped of your superhuman strength. In your weaken state, you’ll probably need physical therapy to make a full recovery. Trust me, I’m making it my business to protect you from yourself.”
My eyes drift close, padlocking together, but not before I whisper. “You’re going to get your ass spanked.”
“Look, cowboy, you got your memory back. I get it. It’s time to let go,” she huffs, stomping down the path in a used pair of western boots to the main road. “I ain’t your girlfriend, and you owe me six percent.”
