“You could try and catch it with your mouth? work out those already formed abdominals hoisting yourself into the air and catching it like a t-rex. Or- we could drink in a sauna and say we’re sweating out the bad toxins or whatever.” she said moving her chin onto her formed fist. “Point is you don’t want to miss the magic Pablo with the perfect teeth and even better body made for us.”
“You really think I got formed abs?” And that’s another reason to keep her around. Compliments. Kayla’s never tired of those. “So sweet, really, you’ll be the first I shout out when I get on Good Morning America one day.” And she can’t say no -- it’s too rude to do so, so she flops down beside Felicia and rubs her hands together. “Ten minute breaks never killed anyone.”
Yet.
