Re: Call: Sam A/Cris M
[He laughs.] Am I still strong and cool? Or nah? [A scoff.] Oye, don't make funna how I talk.—I remember... you dropped to your knees and I was against the wall, and I already wanted to fuck you bad, and I knew that if I didn't stop you, I wasn't gonna get to fuck you, and I practically dragged you back up. [He smiles.] Yeah? Sometimes I worry—I dunno—that you'd want me to warm up slower, so you got more time. [He feels ridiculous saying that, so he moves on.] You were in chargea things, mami. I liked it too. [He sits on the Cuban thing for a second, trying to get it, but then he laughs.] Okay, well, then you got permission, huh? I'd like that. [And a shrug.] Nah, I get the same way. It's just sometimes—like with the porn thing—you think you overstepped or somethin' and you wanna reneg completely. Or the cocksucking, huh? But you gotta trust me, if it bothered me like you think it did, I wouldn't be talkin' about it—not this easy. ¿Entiendes?