Page 36 of Just Joshing
"I wouldn't have picked you for a dominatrix but I like what I see, Mistress Winter. I bet Ricky loved that one."
Her sniggers turned into giggles.
"Wait, you too wrote llamas?" I held up a hand for a high-five. "Llama-mia, I think we're soul mates. "
She slapped palms, now full out laughing.
I tapped the sheet. "You wrote this as a dummy submit, right?"
She nodded, still chuckling. "You got a link and I thought I'd send it to Bess. It submitted instead."
"Ouch," I looked back down at the sheet. "You know, we have a surprising number of similarities."
"Really?"
I pulled off mine, handing it over. "Have a look."
She read my answers, laughing at my nonsense. "You really did put down Llamas."
I shrugged, grinning at her amusement. "They're adorable and sassy. What's not to like?"
Kind of like you.
"Your perfect date is baseball, a movie and lots of food?" She glances up, giving me her famous eyebrow lift. "That's a long date."
"Baseball to judge smack-talk, movie because I could never date a screen-talker, and food because I want the conversation but also want someone who eats – salad pickers aren't for me."
Molly grinned, "a screen-talker?"
"You know, those people who talk in a movie." I clutched at my chest putting on a high-pitched voice, "oh no! Don't go in there! Stop! Stop!"
She shook her head, handing back my sheet. "We're ill-suited then. I am a total screamer."
"That's what she said," I winked.
Fuck. Definitely catching.
Molly groaned, "Damn, walked right into that."
"You really did." I leaned forward. "But seriously, I can get over the talking in a movie, I mean I've put up with your brother."
"Oh god, he really is the worst. The. Worst. At least I only do it occasionally, it's like he's another character."
"Makes it easy when we need to do director commentary – I just sit him in a room and press record."
She laughed, head tossing back, hair flying. I watched her breasts bounce, feeling my cock grow.
Jesuchristo, I'm going to hell.
I shifted in my chair, watching her smile. It was her ‘joy’ smile, the one she only handed out when actually happy.
Fuck. I'm a useless sap. Maybe I am romantic crazy?
"Who's your top pick of the night?"
Her face fell, lips twisting into a grimace. "You at the moment."
"And that's a bad thing?" I asked lightly.
