I told my husband what happened last night, and he doesn’t believe me! The other lifted the toothbrush before my very eyes. It was amazing. Now my husband has bought some sort of blood-pressure device as he deems me crazy.
Your mind is moving too fast. B. is correct. Don’t trust this other.
Believe me, he is sweet, and funny.
He is perverted. Do you recall what happened last night? I stepped in.
Well, quite frankly, I think you spoiled a perfectly happy dream with your interruptions.
Do not play with this one.
You do not give me enough credit. I just do not know why the others play with me…
Open books are often read.
Hey, I’m a good read….