Yeah? He’s not stupid. XXX But if I know one thing about a prepubescent boy, it’s that no matter how many times you preach to them about the “bad touch”, they’re ultimately gonna toss that ideology out the window when presented with the opportunity. He just can’t seem to click with those subjects. This is now. So, maintaining my speed, I look him in the eyes and say,
“Good boy. He just can’t seem to click with those subjects. Plus, I’ve been dying to meet the little scamp, anyways. I just don’t get it. Now, this is what I need you to do. Then, you’re all mine. Trust me, it’s no issue.”
“Ok, I’ll take your word for it. I feel terrible.”
I chuckle before saying,
“It’s no issue at all. I’m so close! I believe in you.”
“Uh…it’s…mass, right?”
I don’t even bother answering his question. And that’s when he hits my line of sight. “Last 4, baby boy,” I say,
