Well, I'm not going outside first. You go and start the car, I just came downstairs to get dressed. Maybe we can get something to eat and sober you up a bit. Hell, 6 months without a DUI, and, what a coincidence, also no "Your piece of meat in my vag". Let's go to that place they have those on the menu!! I'm dying for one of those!
Johnny? *lays hands on his folded arms at the bedroom door* When you saw me running around with flutterhigh, Bear Grylls, and queerish... we were doing a swimsuit relay race, silly! You have nothing to be jealous about, okay?
I'm sorry for yelling sweetheart. You know how defensive I can get about my drinking. But I'm working on it. And some meat in your vag sounds great. Just don't order a bigger piece than I can cook at home, you know how self conscious I am about my......cooking. I should have know you weren't screwing around on me, I just...I just get so crazy when I think about you hanging out with other guys. And it all makes sense now, leaving with the extra set of clothes, coming home exhausted and sweaty, the bikini tan. How could I have been so blind. I'm just so scared of losing you baby. I love you too, we're gonna make it. I'll be in the car, sugar.
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That's running act, fake fiances. I wasn't saying you act fake. Missed the comma there. But you probably knew that.
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Well, I'm not going outside first. You go and start the car, I just came downstairs to get dressed. Maybe we can get something to eat and sober you up a bit. Hell, 6 months without a DUI, and, what a coincidence, also no "Your piece of meat in my vag". Let's go to that place they have those on the menu!! I'm dying for one of those!
Johnny? *lays hands on his folded arms at the bedroom door* When you saw me running around with flutterhigh, Bear Grylls, and queerish... we were doing a swimsuit relay race, silly! You have nothing to be jealous about, okay?
I love you, sweets. Meet you at the car? :*
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I'm sorry for yelling sweetheart. You know how defensive I can get about my drinking. But I'm working on it. And some meat in your vag sounds great. Just don't order a bigger piece than I can cook at home, you know how self conscious I am about my......cooking. I should have know you weren't screwing around on me, I just...I just get so crazy when I think about you hanging out with other guys. And it all makes sense now, leaving with the extra set of clothes, coming home exhausted and sweaty, the bikini tan. How could I have been so blind. I'm just so scared of losing you baby. I love you too, we're gonna make it. I'll be in the car, sugar.
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What are you doing sleeping on that bed, Johnny Kyle?! Why aren't you in the car?
Aww...
Hey, scoot over, make room for me. Me so sleepy. Let's just cuddle and call it a night...? *eyes-closed smile* :)