He had it. I wanted it.
And that’s how it ended up in my mouth.
Oh, get your mind out of the gutter, will you? I’m not talking about THAT!
All I did was give it a little lick. Okay, fine, I may have shoved the whole thing in my face. Not my finest moment, but hey, the guy deserved it. At least now Saul Stryker knows I exist.
Why is he always hanging around here anyway? Smelling like bottled sin, looking way too hot while he casually raids my fridge. Just because his business partner is my roommate, Stryker acts like he owns the place. Well, he can’t just help himself to whatever he wants, whenever he wants it!
So what am I, the invisible girl?
That’s it – bring on the coal, I’m done being nice!
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For f***’s sake, it was just a pickle!
Why is this chick going all Bad Santa on me? One minute I’m having lunch with Perry and next thing I know, his weirdo roommate is hijacking my kosher dill and slurping on it like a demented bloodhound.
Da-amn.
Is it wrong that I may have been slightly turned on by the way she was deep-throating that thing?
This could get interesting. Because now I’m looking beyond the berets, Uggs and tacky Christmas sweaters, and noticing Jayne Pritchett for the first time.
I gotta say, I’m liking what I’m seeing.
And now all I want is for the little pickle licker to notice me.
Contains sexual situations (obviously), adult language (naturally), and possibly a few inappropriate references to garden vegetables. Just sayin’.