[ Tim's jaw drops, gasping at the audacity. Or is it, perhaps, lips and beard rubbing against his neck, as if he's looking for the mark left last night, right beneath his collar? It tickles enough to make him laugh and squirm in his lap. ]
What kind of boy do you take me for? You make it sound like I have men lining up down the hallway!
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[ Tim's jaw drops, gasping at the audacity. Or is it, perhaps, lips and beard rubbing against his neck, as if he's looking for the mark left last night, right beneath his collar? It tickles enough to make him laugh and squirm in his lap. ]
What kind of boy do you take me for? You make it sound like I have men lining up down the hallway!