She would just be raped over and over. Think about it.
"Hey, Henry, you know Mrs. Miller down the street?"
"Kinda hot?"
"Yeah-yeah. Well, she has some magic spell cast over her where she has to say 'yes.' To. Everything. Always. Dude, I don't know why but I'm not going to think about it. Yesterday we boned like TWO times! And like, it's consentual, because she keeps saying yes, even though her eyes tell me no."
"No way!? I wish I could get my bone on! Too bad Debbie is kinda my wife and the mother of my children..."
"Nah, Bro, here's the beauty of it. You just say, 'and don't say anything to anyone,' and she's like (eyes dead) 'yes.'"
"This is the best thing to happen to men EVER!"
"I know, man. If only she was 13."
They high-five.
Yes Girl.
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