“Right, uh-huh. ‘Cause you’d stick around long enough for that to happen.”
“Of course I could. You’ve gotta have more faith in me Darcy. You’re my best friend. I’d never leave you.”
“I told you Johnny, things like that don’t happen easily for me. I mean, yeah, flirtation is, but anymore? That’s gonna take a hell of a lot longer.”
“You’re a walking matchstick, somehow I doubt that would be an issue.”
“You’re right. I could always burn the clothes off. I’m getting quite good at that.”
“Oh hell no, dude, those things can be expensive, you’re not melting anything off me.”
“Oh, so you’re including the cheesy dialogue? Should I be worried about hidden cameras?”
“Come on, I know I’m cheesy but I’m not that cheesy. Give me some credit.”
“Oh, no, Johnny, I’m seeing cheddar, no wait, gouda, ‘cause you are very cheesy. Then again, so am I.”
{And suddenly “Danger Will Robinson! Danger!” comes to mind. The Klaxons are blaring, and Darcy is millimeters away from either making a fool out of herself, or lashing out. I swear, she needs to come with a warning label. But I’m out for the night. Hopefully, Sparky’ll calm down by then.}
“Really? And you want me to love you. It ain’t exactly easy, y’know, at least not for me.”
“Well I figured we could start at lust, and slowly make our way up.”
“Right, uh-huh. ‘Cause you’d stick around long enough for that to happen.”
“Right, yeah, sure ‘cause that’s totally reassuring.”
“I could…. show you…..if you’d prefer? Come now, Madame, let’s show these escorts how it’s done.”
“Oh, so you’re including the cheesy dialogue? Should I be worried about hidden cameras?”
“I don’t know, Johnny, could you handle seeing me in leather and latex?”
“Well I could always handle you, Darce. Leather and latex would get slippery though.”
“You’re a walking matchstick, somehow I doubt that would be an issue.”
“Don’t pout. Seriously, don’t. That alone is a super power.”
“And I think you and I have vastly different definitions of the word ‘love’.”
“Now that’s just insulting. I know the difference between love and lust, thank you very much.”
“Really? And you want me to love you. It ain’t exactly easy, y’know, at least not for me.”
That makes it sound like the new Fifty Shades of Grey.
I DON’T WANT TO BE TURNED INTO POORLY WRITTEN PORN.
“No, no, no! You have me! Nothing is bad when I’m in it.”
“Right, yeah, sure ‘cause that’s totally reassuring.”
“Oh, I’m gonna smack you for that.”
“I’d say let’s start with the riding crop, but something tells me you’d enjoy that.”
“Well, I don’t know. The whip normally melts before it hits my skin. Why, did you wanna be my dominatrix?”
“I don’t know, Johnny, could you handle seeing me in leather and latex?”
