Page 163 of When Fences Fall
“Good. Because let me tell you, even though your pecker is the right s?—”
“Hey, Grandma.” Nora materializes out of thin air and takes my arm. “Can I steal Jericho for a moment?”
“Sure, dear. Go ahead.” She grabs my hand before I leave. “Remember, Steve, neither you nor your pecker are safe.”
With a nod, I nearly push Nora to whatever place she needs me to be just so I don’t have to have this conversation anymore. My witch stops me in the middle of the dance floor where she positions us for a dance.
I groan but envelop her in a hug. “You planned this, didn’t you?” I hate dancing because I’ve got two left feet, plus I hate being the center of attention.
“Maybe.” She wraps her arms around my neck, swaying gently. “Is it working?”
I place my hands on her waist, feeling the smooth fabric of her dress and understanding that I’ve finally figured out my life-long goal—keeping Nora Moon by my side forever. Even if it means I have to dance every day and discuss my cock size with her grandmother.
