Re: In-person: Sam A/Cris M
I'm gonna start charging you for smacking my ass, yeah? [But she's laughing as she says it. The puppy wriggles, trying to shove itself up to her shoulder so it can watch Cris move, and it's not a fucking cat, so it can't manage it so good without help.
And Sam, she's too busy watching Cris' ass, yeah? As he climbs those stairs.] How do we teach it to pee? We just take it out a lot? We never had a dog. I wanted one, yeah? But we never had one. [He tells her to get upstairs, and she runs past him and the open door, the balls on her socks bouncing as she goes. She puts the dog down, and she flops on the mattress and kicks her feet. The dog yaps, and she lifts one leg as high as she can, which isn't fucking high, yeah? Not with her belly in the way.] You want it, papi? You get it off. It took me forever to even put them the fuck on this morning.