Slap, Lick, Fondle
“Ah what’s this? Lettin’ me pick tha’ lucky three are ya? Well lemme think ‘bout it.” the harlequin pondered for a moment, letting several names sift around in her pretty little head.
“I’d lick Mistah Jay, fondle D.Pooly and slap tha’ hell outta my o’ so favorite agent.”













