The Job I Asked You To Do
I peeked into the oven, but there was still a good amount of time left for it to cook.
"What took you two so long in there?!" Wispy asked, and I turned back about to say a stupid line that might say to a child, but stopped myself.
Thankfully, sort of, I didn't have to answer.
"Couldn't you hear her moaning? Trina probably wanted to taste more of the icing on that growth of hers! I would like to see how you use that thing. It has me beyond curious, not that I think you want any of this rack of bones and skin!" Brinda laughed, and Wispy's face turned beet red.
"S-So y-y-you t-two d-did… a m-mating r-ritual?!" Wispy sputtered out, and I frowned.
"You are like sixty some years old! What is with the red face and stuttering?" I asked, and Brinda burst out laughing, but yelped when Porsha pinched the back of her arm.