“Do you promise to shower first?” Sam asked. “Cuz you smell like dog ass.”
“I promise to wash my balls, cock, asscrack, taint, everything!” I replied.
She put down the toilet plunger and gave me a long, hard look. “And what are you going to do?”
I shrugged. “I dunno…pop this pill, get hard, put it in your vagina, bust, and maybe you’ll cum too. Isn’t that how sex is supposed to work?”
“Not that,” Sam responded. “I mean afterwards…when I’m pregnant. You can’t have anything to do with the child. You know that right?”
“Yeah, yeah…I understand that,” I lied. “I’m just trying to do you a favor.”
She shook her head. “Look, I’m busy right now. Your toilet’s clogged and the room is flooded with shit water.” She leaned forward to pick up the plunger then pointed it at me. “YOU sir, need to stay out of my sight while I think about this,” she continued. “I’m tired of coming in here every morning and smelling your shit!”
“How long will it take to think about it?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Cuz I need to know when to pop this boner pill.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
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