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I smiled.
“But it’s going to take way too long. The set up alone would be quite a chore. And then getting one couple at a time to partake...”
Chastity started to do the math on the board. “Yeah, it’ll still take like 20 years.”
I sighed. I didn’t want to wait 20 years for my forever. “What about speed dating in Paris?”
“That could work,” said Tanner. “Although speed dating doesn’t usually end in...roosters coming out.”
Jacob turned around. “I don’t want to talk about roosters anymore. Can we puhleeeease go to your castle to ride the rollycoaster now, Abuelo?”
“Ah!” I yelled. “Jacob! You mini-genius! That’s it! I have the perfect idea.” It was like sexy speed dating in Paris, but with rollycoasters.Or is it rollercoasters?I didn’t know anymore. “How quickly can we set up a grand event?”
“I can have anything you want ready in 24 hours,” said Nigel. “But I have some scheduled time off tomorrow, so give me until Thursday. Just fax me whatever you need and it shall be done.”
Amazing.This weird little man was starting to grow on me. “You’re the best.”
Nigel smiled. “Really? Say it again.”
Well, now I didn’t want to. But he was staring at me so eagerly. “You’re the best,” I said with way less enthusiasm.
He beamed.
And for some reason I patted the top of his head.
“What’s your idea?” asked Tanner.
“Just you wait for it.”
“At least give me a hint.”
I tried to think of good PG hint. “There’s going to be some schlongin’ in the sandos!”What the hell did I just say?
Tanner looked very confused.
And Nigel pulled out a notepad and started taking notes.
No! Don’t write that down!I wasn’t even sure what I meant by it. I mean...yeah...I was picturing dicks in sandwich buns, but he needed more context than that.
Whatever. It didn’t even matter. I’d write it all out for Nigel and figure out how to use tech from the 80s. Thursday was going to be epic. And by Friday, Tanner’s dick would be mine.
Too Much Sausage - Chapter 15 – The Carnival Orgy
Thursday – September 28, 2023
Ash
“Are you sure this is the right place?” asked Chastity as we made our way down the dimly lit stairs.
I nodded, but realized she probably couldn’t see me with the flickering lights. “According to Nigel, the old train station should be right down these steps.”
“Why would you listen to Nigel?”
“He helped me plan the whole thing. And he said this location would be perfect. He built it in the 1870s...”
“The 1870s? No wonder it looks like the ceiling is about to collapse.”
I laughed. The craftmanship seemed sound to me. “It’s going to be perfect, trust me.”
