I was leaving nothing to chance, and literally refused to be caught unarmed with my pants down.
Elle CaseyHow dare he have such a stinky crotch.
Elle CaseyHoly mackerel, mother of baby fishes, is that a bed?
Elle CaseyExcuse me while I go bleach my face.
Elle CaseyOur chances of survival were entirely dependent on our ability and willingness to dominate others.
Elle CaseyStichwörter: survival
My first goal was to work up enough nerve to ask some of the most ridiculous questions I'd ever asked in my life. Here's how I pictured that conversation going:
Me: Do you know Gavin MacKenzie?
Country person: Who's askin'?
Me: His wife.
Country person: - vacant look - crickets -
Andie: "Why can't you just let me go?"
Mack: "I can't let you go because you're mine.
With every thrust, he gave me his response, "You. Are. My. Wife." The last word came out as a growl.
-Mack
... something about being here in this neon-glitzy place, my shoes off and my boobs pushed up to my neck made me feel bold. Daring. Ready to grab the world by the balls and make it beg for mercy. Rawr.
Elle CaseyI really liked this cowboy. Mack. But I didn't know a single thing about him other than the fact that he doesn't wear underwear and he's got a big cock-a-doodle doo that he definitely knows how to use. Yee haw.
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