She winced. “Still trying to get past that you sent the guys to the cesspits for saying your butt looked big.”
“Join the fucking club,” I muttered. She didn’t respect me yet. Again, honesty was overrated bullshit, but I wasn’t sure I’d respect me either right now. I still owned the fucking purplepantaloons. I’d burn them when I got back to Hell. “I don’t have a good feeling about the hug.”
“Because you hate physical affection?” she asked.
I shook my head. “No. It might be premature. If we only get one chance to revert back to ourselves with a hug, we can’t blow it.”
“I see where you’re going with that. It would be devastating to trip on the last curve before the finish line.”
“Ya think?” I asked with an eye roll. “I’m over the vagina thing.”
“And I could live a lot happier without your wank,” she shot back with a laugh. “What do we do?”
I considered her words. “We go to Oklahoma and deal with the problems at hand. That’s what we do.”
She nodded slowly and placed her hand in mine. It felt nice to hold my own hand.
“We can’t go to Oklahoma looking like American tourists,” she pointed out with a laugh.
“No,” I replied with a shudder, looking down at the shit brown gauchos. “That would be unwise. Shall we rejoin our whack job of an army and remedy the issue?”
She grinned. “Yes, we shall.”
I enjoyed my dick. My wife enjoyed my dick.
Iwasa dick.
A dick who needed to earn my niece’s respect.
Astrid had my respect. Now, I needed hers. I wasn’t sure how to attain that goal, but I would die trying if necessary. The alternative was unthinkable. Having a vagina until the end of time wasn’t going to work out well for me.
I would succeed.
I was the Devil, and the Devil always won.
