Wynter: A stick shift sticking into my tit isn’t going to help me relax
Victoria: Yeah. Huh. There are a lot of things to take into consideration, aren’t there?
Wynter: When performing sex acts in public? Lol. Yes.
Wynter: Btw, will you still help me with my dancing session?
Victoria: Of course. I told you I would
Wynter: I’m not as brave as you
Victoria: Rome wasn’t built in a day, and dancing like a stripper takes longer than building Rome
Victoria: You never told me who the dance is for…
Wynter: Ugh, there’s no point
Victoria: Priest? That guy your mom mentioned?
Wynter: Not sure if he’d appreciate it tbh lol. He’s kind of… priestly.
Victoria: Shay mentioned he’d practiced?
Wynter: Not exactly. Went to seminary. Left before graduation.
Victoria: Is he a virgin?
Wynter: I’ve never talked about sex with him. He won’t let me
Victoria: UGH. Have you kissed?
Wynter: Once.
Wynter: Best kiss of my life
Wynter: I think the dancing stuff is for me. Not him. Or any other man
Victoria: Good for you, W!! That’s the right attitude to have
Wynter:
Wynter: What made you learn?
Victoria: Wanted to give Maxim a heart attack
Wynter:
FIFTY-TWO
I’LL DRIVE HIS STICK
“Pull in here.”
Maxim flicks a look at me but pulls onto the side of the road. “What is it,kotik? Have you changed your mind about the hockey game?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? But no. My two best boys need time to get to know one another.”
Pure disgust flashes across his expression. Then, he grumbles, “Da,zaya.”
