“Is it okay if I kiss her—just a little? She’s never been kissed and she—she asked….”
Cymbeline drew herself up, inhaling slowly. “If you were my son, I’d tell you adamantly no.”
His eyes held such longing, she relented slightly.
“You mustn’t push. You must respect her and her wishes and if I have even the least hint you’re going to be—a lewd male, I’ll jerk a knot in your pecker so tight, you’ll spray your own eye when you pee!” She shook her fist at him.
Trip paled, backing away from her. “Kinda harsh, Nan. I just wanna kiss her.”
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