"What did you end up doing that affords you the ability to have a Black card, then?" He looked her up and down. "Guess." They stopped walking, and she stepped away from him, squinting and cupping her chin while she scrutinized. This was a man people would give money to just to say they'd breathed the same air as he did. "Well, based on the size of your package," she let her gaze fall, "I'd stay porn star." "I knew these jeans were too damn tight." He covered his crotch. "Stop looking." Laughter tore through her. "I'm not!" "Yes, you are." He closed an imaginary robe and tossed his hair.
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