She takes a sip of her coffee and smiles. "They will be furious," she says brightly. "But why worry about it? Are you driving, or me? I noticed our cars are the same."
She takes a sip of her coffee and smiles. "They will be furious," she says brightly. "But why worry about it? Are you driving, or me? I noticed our cars are the same."
You have enslaved him. You have placed him under some strange sexual spell. I respect that. But please, may we see him?
- Morticia