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I turned to face Greta, not daring to look at Bobbi. "Think? About gay creampie?" Greta seemed to accept the lie that I hadn't eavesdropped. "We're having a debate about whether guys think short hair is sexy." I glanced over at Lorlene, again avoiding

Bobbi. "Oh, well it depends, I guess." "On what?" Lorlene asked. "How short, for starters," I replied. Greta got straight to the point. "Like Bobbi's," she said. I was forced to look at Bobbi, who was looking at me. It was hard to decide exactly what emotion was painted on that face of hers, but I guessed it was expectation. "I think her hair is pretty cute," I allowed. "Cute? But not sexy?" Greta pressed. Dammit. She was pushing me down the path towards my secret hot-button, a path I did not want to go down with Bobbi. I guess the drinks had made my judgment a little suspect, because I asked Bobbi to turn around "so I can see all of your hair." She turned a bit slowly (or

maybe time had slowed for me), and I felt my vulgar excitement grow until she was facing completely away. "Hmmm, now that is sexy gay creampie,"I blurted out, actually reaching out to stroke her bristled nape. "I knew it," Bobbi said, triumphant. Automatically her hand reached up to stroke her neck, displaying to me her chipped nail polish. "I don't believe it," Greta maintained. "I know guys like gay creampie, so they can grab hold when they are fuckin' the snot out of us." She confronted me. "Don't you like grabbing on and pulling when you are fucking your girlfriend doggy-style?" I was taken aback, because as far as I knew, I was the one who had been drinking hard, not Greta, so I was entitled to be

crude. Even so, I wasn't going to be shown up in gutter language by a woman! "Aw, that's alright, but strokin' a pretty neck while she's giving head is pretty nice. Besides, if I really wanted to, I could grab hold of her hair on the sides, so it ain't much loss." "I don't believe it," Greta muttered. Clearly, to her sexy hair was long hair, and she wasn't to be dissuaded. I was about to argue more forcefully, because she as much as called me a liar, but Bobbi intervened. "Know how to dance?" she asked me. "Am I a male Texan?" I laughed, using a "duh" tone. What a stupid question to ask a Texan. "I mean," she explained, "do you want gay creampie?" Behind her back, Lorlene was making a "git along now" motion, encouraging me earnestly. "Um, sure," I agreed, hating that I couldn't say "no" to a woman, even a woman as distinctively ugly as Bobbi.

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