Blue-Collar Boys (Service Calls - Alpha Male Romance Erotica Stories) - Plot & Excerpts
type, so why did she even care? But Susan did care, and for some reason, the knowledge that she would never have the chance to be the “fling-off-her-top-and-dance-drunk-on-tables” type was more the point. Why on earth would she ever want to be like them, anyway? Susan despised those “fling-off-their-tops-and-dance-drunk-on-tables” girls and scorned their whorish, cut-off T-shirts and carefree one-night stands, probably just as much as they scorned her prudish pearls and two-caret diamond engagement ring. Susan could think of a hundred reasons why she would never want to be like them, and chlamydia topped her list. And yet, despite her certainty that she was willing to give up a fair amount of fun and sexual frivolity for the sake of marriage and security, Susan lay in bed, paralyzed. She couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that she would soon become Mrs. Stanley Kirkeberg, destined to be pleasured by Stan—and only Stan—for the rest of her life. TwEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!Susan shot up from her bed.TwEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!It was the most annoying, horrifying sound ever. A high-pitched, nasal squeal, even worse than the grating laughter of her mother-in-law-to-be, whose piglet snort-squeal laughter was still pealing through Susan’s head from last night’s rehearsal dinner. Susan slipped a robe over her matching pajama top and bottom set—bought for her by Stan as a pre-honeymoon gift from Victoria Secret—and ran into the living room. The tea kettle screeched louder and louder. Oh.
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