“Who is it tonight Dear? Marcus, Winston or Jacob?”
“Yes!”
“What does that mean?”
“It means all three. We are having a party. A poker party and I’m the prize.”
“So whoever wins has you. Is that the plan?”
“Not quite. Whoever wins has me first.”
“Oh God. You’re going to be so sore in the morning.”
“And that is where you come in cucky boy, with that lovely long tongue of yours.”
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