"That is not what I meant!" Sasha said holding his shirt firmly in place. "I thought someone might have paid you to make me uncomfortable," he panicked. "Of course you are not a whore and I am sure your mother was a lovely woman, as are you!"

"You do not have to lick my abs! Please do not lick my abs," when he saw an opportunity he took off running, trying to get away from the small, angry girl as fast as possible. This dance was turning into a nightmare.

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