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When I asked him last night if there were penises in my yard, he said no
Clearly you didn’t ask the right question
Clearly!
He drew a dick on your car?
Yup. I drove around town all day running errands in a cock car!
A wiener wagon?
A meat machine?
That sounds like a food truck
A jalopy Johnson!
Are we talking just the penis or were balls involved?
It was the whole unit
Then I think we should amend it to jalopy junk
You’re right. That encompasses the cock and balls
It’s decided
Thanks, I needed a laugh
Do you want to stop by my classroom tomorrow so we can keep talking about the workshop?
CHAPTER 7
HARDY
School just let out, and I’m waiting in Bella’s room while she walks Avery down to the gym for after-school care. I’m finding it harder to resist this woman, but today we’re focused on the mess we signed up for. Organizing Santa’s Workshop.
I have no clue what I’m doing for our own holiday festivities let alone how to organize something so monumental for an entire school, but I’m willing to learn, and I’m certain I’m in the right hands with Bella. If anyone can help me save Christmas, it’s her.
The sound of her heels in the hall warns me of her approach, and her face lights up when she sees me. She closes the door behind her as she pulls a chair up to her desk and motions for me to sit. Thankfully this chair is adult-sized because my quads were burning after sitting in the kid-sized ones for the whole PTO meeting.
She drops a stack of papers on her desk and looks at me with a mischievous grin.
“Before we get started here, something has been eating away at me and I have to ask.”
Raising my eyebrows, my curiosity is piqued.
“Am I the only person who’s exposed a tit to you on a call?”
My gaze shoots to her in surprise as I laugh. Her boldness is extremely sexy, and I can’t help but be taken aback by her question. “I can honestly say I’ve never seen someone’s tit fall out during a call before.”
There’s an adorable look of triumph on her face.
“I have been flashed intentionally, though.”
“Stop it, you have not.”
“Yup, apparently you’re not the only one that thinks I’m hot.” I cringe as soon as the words come out of my mouth. What am I doing?
