Mary drew close to the miniscule boy, eyes beaming with a look James was all too familiar with. He'd seen it on various animals. A look of predatory hunger. "Now sugar, I know you probably think I forgot about our little beer incident. But when a gal's drunk, she don't think too carefully." James was well aware of where this was going. Mary leaned back, showing her large beer gut, and rubbing it sensually. "You're a cute boy an' all, but let's face it. This'll be the only thing you'll ever be good for." James listened, afraid to miss a single detail. This part stuck out the most though. What could he really do? Sure, he'd been a small help, but he could never REALLY satisfy a woman. Well, at least not in the traditional sense. "So darlin', I'll give you a choice. Either you just let me eat you, you crawl in all by yourself, or I'll just do it anyway, and let you kick and scream all the way down." She smirked and leaned forward again, this time much closer. "What'll it be?"
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