Chapter Thirteen
WILL
Eleven months ago
Will:Where are you right now?
Shannon:What? Your spy satellite isn’t working?
Will:The word you’re looking for is drone, and no, it is not tracking you
Will:Not yet
Will:Where are you?
Shannon:A town council meeting outside of Boston that is testing my patience for humanity because they’ve been debating the local ordinance relative to shrub trimming for 90 minutes and they won’t get to my proposal to update the structure of a property until midnight because they have to approve every time someone changes a light bulb around here.
Shannon:Why do you need to know?
Will:Because I’d like to have a chat with your pussy and I don’t want anyone else to hear you come
Shannon:Am I supposed to be down for that?
Will:Here’s what I want.
Will:I want your panties in my hand. Without me even asking for them.
Will:And I want your skirt around your waist
Will:And I want to inhale that sweet scent
Will:And I want to lick you until you can’t speak
Will:I love the way you taste.
Shannon:What part of “at a town council meeting” did you misunderstand?
Shannon:I’m surrounded by people and I have to stay here until they get to my proposal, and you’re waxing poetic about the ladybits
Shannon:I don’t call you while you’re blowing up oil pipelines, do I?
Will:All right fine. Call me when you get home.
Will:But for the record, I’m usually preventing the oil pipelines from being blown up.
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Will:I want to talk about the holidays
Shannon:Awesome.
Will:Why won’t you consider it?
Shannon:You’re extrapolating quite a bit from a one-word response
Will:Yeah, I am. I can hear text sarcasm from 3000 miles away
Will:What’s wrong, peanut?
