Page 17 of The Highland Game

SassyLassie

No, it’s not that. It’s something else.

LochNLoad

Aw, c’mon! Why don’t you tell me your secret kink first, THEN you can tell me the other thing?

I don’t usually wind Sass up quite like this—I don’t want to be that guy who makes women regret gaming online. But she kicked off the whole secret kink chat—and she was literally just ticking the piss about the size of my dick—so I reckon fair’s fair.

SassyLassie

This is important, Lochie.

LochNLoad

And your secret kink isn’t?

I find myself wondering what SassyLassie looks like. It’s not the first time I’ve pondered this, of course, but now the curiosity is more intense. Seeing Maisie so close, with every little detail of her face laid bare, has sparked something in me, like a match striking against old tinder.

SassyLassie

Lochie!

LochNLoad

Okay, okay, but . . . c’mon, I told you my secret kink days ago. Now it’s your turn!

SassyLassie

. . .

LochNLoad

Go on, throw me a bone here! Just tell me something you find kinda hot. It’s only right!

SassyLassie

. . . I suppose that is fair. If I tell you, will you actually listen to what I need to say?

LochNLoad

I promise.

SassyLassie

All right, well, you know the Highland Legacy TV series? The one you refuse to watch even though you’re obsessed with the game? Season two, episode seven. That’s all I’m saying.

LochNLoad

God, that isn’t the one where Ronan Dunbar gets his willy out, is it? Everyone is always going on and on about that. It’s part of the reason I’ve never been interested in watching the show.

SassyLassie

Nope, that’s season three, episode four, thirty-two minutes in.

LochNLoad

Bloody hell, you know the timestamp?