“Do you know your ass feels remarkably like Penelope Cruz’s rear end?” “Huh?” I roll towards her and poke her. “You have that dream again?” she asks. “Uh-huh,” I say as I snuggle as close as is possible. “The one where…you imagine you have the erection of a teenager?” “No! The one where…” I hear Vickie snoring peacefully, and although I can’t see her face I know she’s smiling.
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