Mary, Mary Quite Contrary

Slacking @ Yak’s, Part 5 of 5

“I’m the last Mary you’ll ever have, right?”

“Of course.”

“I’d liked to be haved tonight.”

“What?” My confusion was a signal for her to sit on my lap.

I think Dee would slur her pauses.

“Hold me,” she whispered in my ear.

I whispered back, “Mary, Mary quiet contrary, how does you garden grow?”

“With slippery gels, and cock-in shells, Tom tied up down below.” She squirmed.

“That’s a new one. Should we go?”

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Slacking @ Yak’s

Part 5: Mary, Mary Quite Contrary
Part 4: There’s Something About Mary
Part 3: Two Women And A Pitchfork
Part 2: Assignments?
Part 1: Yakking The Porno Mustache