A Horror Scene!

Billie Bob Taylor

"Go," I muttered to Benedito who wanted to go to the bathroom but constantly asked me to go with him. When he said he would not let me out of his sight he meant it. He was carrying me everywhere and even though I thought he was cute, it was not cute at 6 in the morning. 

"But come with me," he whined as he kissed my cheek. 

"Benedito, I want to sleep," I groaned. 

"It will just be a quick piss, I promise," he nestled his head on the crock of my neck and whined, "I'll make you bacon if you come with me."

I pursed my lips and thought for a second, but the warmth of the bed was too good to leave. Either way he would make the bacon if I asked and if he did not surely one of his chef's would be more than happy to help. 

"I want to sleep," I pulled the duvet over my head which finally got him to stop bothering me. He pulled the duvet off before he gave me a kiss then I felt his weight climb off the bed.