Page 63 of Stroked Long
Bodi: Didn’t even cross my mind.
Ruby: Liar. Did you know National Taco Day is October 4th? I make sure to eat a taco every year.
Bodi: I bet you do.
Ruby: Are you being crude? I should be able to talk about tacos without someone bringing up female labia lips.
Bodi: You were the one who brought it up, Rubes.
Ruby: I can tell you were thinking it.
Bodi: You can read minds now? Impressive. Okay, what am I thinking right now?
This should be interesting.
Ruby: Easy. You’re thinking about how much you wish you could be lounging on the back of a camel while sipping chai tea and indulging in a strawberry-frosted doughnut while said camel walks across the Sahara, giving you a personal tour of the arid and barren desert.
The water I’m drinking dribbles out of my mouth as I snort from her answer. What a fucking ridiculous text. Where the fuck does she come up with this stuff?
Bodi: Shit, you’re good.
Ruby: Point, Rubes.
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Ruby: What does it feel like when thousands of people cheer you on as you step out of your little jumpsuit and down to your skivvies only to stand on a block for everyone to stare at you?
Bodi: I’m assuming you caught the trials tonight?
Ruby: Pretty sure I would bow and curtsy for days if I got that kind of welcoming.
Bodi: It comes with the territory.
Ruby: Boo, such a boring, diplomatic response. Give it to me straight. You pop a little chub when girls scream your name.
Bodi: Not in the slightest.
Ruby: Maybe a little weenie poke?
Bodi: Nope.
Ruby: Not even a little howdy from your sea monster?
Bodi: Sea monster?
Ruby: Sea monster = penis, the thing dangling between your legs.
Bodi: Is that what that is? And here I thought it was a third arm.
Ruby: Tsk, tsk. I thought you were so much better than that.
Bodi: I might be an introvert, but I’m still a man. Dude has to have pride in his cock.
Ruby: . . . you said cock. *fans face*
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Ruby: I can’t sleep. Are you awake?
