He switched to slowly stroking his half-stiffened cock. He fucking hated the Garfish tag and the diminutive Gar was just as bad. Lysette thought that was cool as hell and was sharp enough to feel responsible about it, too. Usually a bit cooler than outdoors but not much. “Please, God.” She prayed in silence for a good day and a hard limit on drama. Charli, with Trouble cavorting like the puppy she no longer was, came through the kitchen door and glanced at her too-damned-good-looking and brazen daughter. Jealousy and insecurity were formidable challengers though and beat logic all hollow. Figured. Lys turned sideways and fed one leg through the window, she ducked and pulled the other one after. It shifted his balance and he almost pissed his drawers.
