"I figured you'd be okay. I mean, I've never done anyone serious injury before," I smirk, and there are a lot of other things I could say, like I'd be up for another go, once that thing comes off, if he were into it, but I'm pretty fuckin' sure he's not.

One of the downsides of fuckin' a straight boy while you've got tits.

"Hey," I call down the beach, sitting forward a little when I notice Mack walking a little too far into the water for my comfort, "Too far! What did I tell you 'bout that?"

She groans -- Aw, come on! -- and stamps her foot, but I motion again, giving her a look that means business, and she stomps her way back into the shallower tide. Honestly, I can't believe she listens to me, half the time. It's always a little bit of a surprise.