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She storms over towards you preparing to smack the lamp out of you. You freeze, anticipating a beating.
“I swear I’m going to-” She stops in her tracks. You are so afraid you almost tremble.
“Oh, don’t worry big boy. I don’t bite.” Her angry expression is now a very seductive one.
“How bout we ditch this party, and mama will show you real good time.”
You certainly like the new Connie.