Page 76 of Text Me Baby One More Time

The only good to come of it is the excuse to spend time with Denny.

I push through the crowd to find her, and my ears perk up when I hear my name.

“Are you dating Shepard Clark?” asks a redhead with perky tits.

“Dating?” Denny wrinkles her nose. “No.”

“If you’re not dating him then you must be related,” another girl says. “Shep has never brought the same girl to more than one event.”

If Denny is surprised by this, she doesn’t show it.

She waves a hand, laughing. “We’re most definitely not related either.”

“Then what are you?”

“Well, to tell you the truth,” she starts, leaning in closer to the girls. They all follow her lead, bending their heads together. “I’m only here because I feel sorry for him.”

Oh, I cannot wait to see where this goes.

One girl grabs her chest, mouth dropping open. “Is he dying?”

“Is he off the team?”

“You’re pity dating him?”

She nods, frowning. “I am. The reason you don’t see him with the same date twice is because once girls find out about it, they don’t stick around—no matter how big his wallet is.”

“Is he scarred?”

“A weird birthmark?”

“Two left feet?”

They pepper her with questions and she continues frowning, shaking her head solemnly.

“Worse.” She leans in closer. “He has a micro-penis.”

“No!” one of the girls gasps.

Denny nods and holds her hand up, pinching her fingers together, telling everyone I have a three-inch dick.

“It’s true.” She shrugs. “It’s a good thing he knows how to use his mouth or else I’d have been out of there so fast.”

The girls clamor, all exchanging shocked comments, some going as far as saying they always suspected.

She takes a sip of her champagne, surveying the room, looking smug.

Until our eyes lock.

Until she sees the promise of revenge.

Her hands begin to shake. Her cheeks flush, lips part.

Just wait until you see what I can do with my tongue, Bucky.

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“Where are we going?You just passed the burger joint.”

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