The next morning I checked back in on PHO. Vicky had posted and stirred the pot about using me as a background picture by mentioning that she 'merely appreciated a nice view', along with a private message from her saying she especially appreciated the view 'while being saddled up in your lap'.

I decided to take the stirred pot and simmer it a bit by posting a response to it.

Topic: General Discussion, Thread 47

In: Boards Brockton Bay

XxVoid_CowboyxX (Original Poster) (Verified Cape) (Verified Cowboy)

Posted On Apr 9th 2011:

Okay, there's been enough about 'that picture' and general cowboy commentary about what I'm wearing (or not wearing) that I'd like to offer an official Void_Cowboy Gold Nugget 'o Wisdom.

Saying 'assless chaps' makes no sense. They're not chaps that someone removed the crotch area of, they're made to shield the legs and go over jeans or trousers.

...or not, in some cases.

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Hah, oh Mads….

I spent a couple of hours in the morning doing laundry and texting back and forth with Taylor, who I guess was expecting the other shoe to drop or something. I also went ahead and brought my Cowboy phone home and booted it up, because fuck it.

Amy: haha, you got muted for your picture

don't you mean for *your* pic? :VC

Amy: the mods left the link up, though

lol, yeah. Downloaded 300+ times :VC

so how's the charge working? :VC

Amy: It took all night to spread

Amy: to the rest of me

Amy: I'm toning muscle

Amy: but the charge is going fast

Amy: oh no, I'll need more of your cummies, daddy

My dick just shriveled up and fell off :VC

You clamjammed yourself :VC

She responded with memes and I retaliated in kind. Vicky was dragged into the middle of all of this and retaliated with a picture of her boobs, which shut Amy up nicely.

That finally killed enough time so I didn't feel weird heading downtown. I dearly wanted to teleport, but I took the bus instead and was glad I did: a discreet ping showed I was being followed by a new physical/citrus person, not Velocity. Taking a look at them it was an adult male, so that left what, Dauntless or Assault? Assuming it wasn't a Nazi, I guess. I completely discounted Armsmaster because of the lack of beard but maybe the dude was dedicated enough to shave it off.

Anyhow, Ass-less followed me down to the sculpture. I don't even know what it was supposed to be, it was a bunch of tubes that probably should make noise when wind blew through them, but had long since been plugged by junk and bent by some cape getting thrown into it years ago.

I texted Taylor and let her know I had arrived and got a response that she was on her way. I contented myself with checking the download stats on my picture (now 1500 and counting) and browsing comments about it. Finally though, I got a 'walking your way' text.

Standing up and turning around, I spotted Taylor around the same time she saw me and gave an embarrassed little smile and wave. She hadn't done the full 'gawky girl takes off her glasses and is suddenly changed into a stunner' thing, but still, holy fuck Taylor! She was wearing a sundress and strappy sandals, and her ink-dark hair was curled over one shoulder as she clutched a purse and hurried towards me. She was obviously nervous, maybe wondering if I was about to revert back to last week's Greg, but damned if she wasn't adorkable as hell.

"Taylor!" I said, taking her hand and bringing it up to kiss. "I'm glad you decided to come. You look beautiful, by the way."

Her free hand flew up and she tried to hide behind it for a second as she blushed. "Greg..."

"Seriously. And so you know it's me and I haven't been replaced by a pod person or something, can I just say your legs are lovely?"

That didn't seem to help her blush in the slightest and she gave me an 'I'm angrily happy' look. I just smiled back and folded our fingers together and fell into step beside her. "So I was thinking we'd do the Garner Center?"

She fell into step beside me and thought about it. "Is that the art one or the photography one?"

I was eyeing my stalker out of the corner of my eye. He was close enough to hear us talking, but was himself talking into a phone. "The photography one, but either is okay with me."

"We did the other one—oh, the Gardner House is the art one!—back in middle school. I've never been to the Garner Center."

"Me neither. Let's do it, and then depending on what time it is we can hit that little museum-library thing before we go get something to eat."

We walked off hand-in-hand and chatting about the museum name I was trying to remember. At the Center I held the door open for her and paid our way in and we walked between the various exhibits. Neither of us were photographers, so we weren't exactly making important critiques of the pictures, but we did chat as we walked through.

"So, is it just me, or does this guy have some kind of fetish for pictures of people getting their hair cut?"

Taylor stared at me, the picture in front of us, and down the wall at the six other pictures of haircuts happening in places that were not barber shops or hair salons. "Oh weird," she muttered and dropped my hand, curling both of hers around her long hair as she took off towards the exit to the exhibit hall.

I caught up with her and put my hand on the small of her back and guided her towards a different gallery. "A little creepy in hindsight?"

She grumbled but leaned in a bit closer to me and spoke softly. "As soon as you said it I felt like some gross old guy was going to come around a corner with a pair of shears and pretend I was a sheep."

Turning the laugh that wanted to escape into a cough I leaned in to her. "He'd have to go through me first. Don't take this in a weird way, but I love your long hair."

The raven-haired girl stopped so abruptly that my hand on her back slewed me around so I was face to burning crimson face with her. "Thanks?!" she quietly squeaked, pulling the hair in her hands up to shield her eyes.

Sighing, I put my other hand on her waist and edged us closer to a wall so we weren't blocking the way. "Taylor, if I got too weird there I apologize…"

"No! Uh, no, I was just surprised," she said, then took a deep breath, lowered her hands and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks, Greg."

As we headed to the next area I sent out a ping to see if my stalker had followed us inside. Instead of the one ping I expected, I felt three. Two unfamiliar ones were coming towards us, and Daunt-sault was outside and moving away. Inside the new artist's exhibit I was able to turn around and see a couple walking in. It looked like they were a couple—a blonde girl and and brunette guy—but one I couldn't peg offhand. It took maybe ten minutes and some serious people-watching before I figured it out.

It was the girl taking an unsteady step in her fairly high wedge heels and hanging onto her 'boyfriend's' arm with an adoring smile that made it click. Vista, dressed in slightly more adult clothes, height-raising shoes, and some light makeup, and Gallant in a brown wig and makeup to change the lines of his face slightly. That would totally explain the slightly nervous looks he gave her as she all but threw herself into the fiction of being Dean's girlfriend.

They trailed us through the rest of the museum, and I was amused to see that just as I was constantly holding Taylor's hand or had my hand low on her back as we walked and talked, Missy had a grip on Dean, and on at least one occasion took his hand and set it pretty much on her ass, then looked chagrinned as he slid it up a couple of inches away from the danger zone.

Honestly, I better get a thank-you card from the girl.

By the time we left neither of us really felt like hitting up another museum, so we headed northeast towards the Boardwalk. We stopped in a couple of little shops along the way, including a bookstore where Taylor looked over at the trashy sci-fi and fantasy stuff I was looking at and wrinkled her nose at it. Then she had the gall to blush and get all stammery when I said she was cute as hell and kissed her.

…our stalkers were following us at the time, but I didn't get to look around and see if Missy managed to con her 'date' into getting a kiss too. Probably not.

As we hit the Boardwalk proper we got into an argument discussion about what we wanted to eat. Taylor seemed to think she should be shooting for fast food, and I was trying to persuade her to pick an actual restaurant. I won by virtue of walking us over to an Italian-looking place and requesting a table.

We ended up being seated outside, so as I pulled out Taylor's chair for her I got to watch as the disguised Wards dithered in a nearby store for a bit before requesting a table of their own. They ended up with one of the columns that held up the outdoor awning in between us, but still being close enough that they could probably hear if we spoke in a normal tone.

All they ended up getting from us at first was by-play as we ordered appetizers. Taylor seemed to take offense when I made a face at her order. "What's that look for?"

I stuck my tongue out at her. "For ordering something with fennel in it. Fennel tastes just like anise to me and not only does it taste gross, it lingers in your mouth."

"But I like licorice," she said, as if that wasn't a crime against nature.

"God, it's a good thing you're cute, because otherwise there'd be no more kissing." I smirked as she sputtered at me and sent out another ping as a curiosity. I hadn't detected anyone else since we were joined by the happy couple, but an unfortunately-familiar ping made itself known. Turning my head just a bit I spotted Sophia, and a second later Emma reared her ginger head. "Ah shit, bitches warning, 2 o'clock."

Taylor went rigid for a second before her shoulders slumped and she made a credible attempt at hiding underneath the table as she wilted.

Unfortunately Emma must be able to track Taylor like a bloodhound because she saw us and came over, standing next to the table with Sophia right behind her. "Oh look! Sophia, isn't it great, the losers are going on a pity date!"

Unfortunately for Emma, we weren't in school so I felt no need to maintain the slightest veneer of civility so I wouldn't get suspended, and I was really enjoying my time with Taylor. I reached out and took Taylor's hand. "Oh, look Taylor, Emma finally realized she can't keep a guy for longer than a week and decided to go out with Sophia instead. I'm so very happy for them."

My chakra-enhanced ears picked up a lot of choking going on, and not just from my date or the bitches in front of us. "Now Ems, we've done one insult per side, so let's all just call it a day and you can go on your merry way."

"Fuck you, you fat asshole," Emma sputtered. I didn't even have to use a genjutsu, she just completely lost all sense of rationality. "You can't tell me what to do, I will fucking ruin you."

"Nah," I said, waving her off, "look, just because you and Sophia somehow got away with mentally and physically torturing people at school before doesn't mean I'm gonna let it happen here. Besides, your clique is getting restless and you don't swing as much weight as you think you do."

"My boyfriend will—"

I laughed. "Your nonexistent boyfriend will do jack shit."

The 'fashion model's' face was blotchy red. "Keith—"

"Barely acknowledges your existence."

Sophia cut in, making a fist with her good arm. "Veder, you're gonna get fucked up if you keep running your mouth. The whole football team will pound your face in."

"Oh really? Does that mean you're gonna suck them off too?" I asked, then gave my biggest shit-eating grin when Emma paled and gasped. "Yeah, I know the only reason Keith keeps you around, Ems. Forgot my gym clothes one day, came across you earning your date to that Valentine's party you bragged about for a week in the guy's locker room." I turned to Taylor, who was pale white and looked like she didn't know if she wanted to cheer me on or run for the hills before they tried to murder me. "Keith wasn't very complementary. Apparently she sucked." I turned to the girls then back to Taylor. "Bad sucked, not good sucked."

Taylor squeezed my hand hard and cleared her throat. "Yeah," she said, her voice a little wavery, "she also wasn't good at practice kissing in middle school and always claimed boys were gross, so I can't say I'm surprised."

I laughed as Sophia made a disgusted growl in the back of her throat.

Emma grabbed at Sophia but the black girl brushed her hand off and stared at her 'friend' in disgust. The redhead turned away almost in tears and hurried off, with Sophia slowly backing away before she offered a parting shot. "You shoulda just stayed stupid, Veder. I'm going to get you."

Taylor tugged on my hand and I turned my attention back to the more important part of the date. "Greg, she's crazy and might actually try to kill you."

I held a finger to my lips and playacted looking around. "I'll be fine."

That didn't seem to sit well with Taylor so I elaborated, raising my voice enough so that the Wards could hear. "Look, don't you find it weird that Sophia gets away with attacking people all the time, is Winslow's 'track star' but rarely gets first place, and leaves for 'track duties' when the rest of the track team doesn't?"

Taylor's eyes widened, narrowed to slits, and she mouthed 'rules' at me. "That's…."

"Yeah," I sighed and took her other hand as our food got delivered, "Taylor, ignore them for today. It's us on this date, I sure as hell didn't invite either of them." I looked down at her plate and pushed it a little farther towards her. "I didn't invite that nasty fennel either, so I'm gonna ignore and hope it does the same with me."

That got a shaky little laugh out of her, and I did my best to keep her mind off of Emma and Sophia for the rest of dinner. My pings didn't catch them hanging around either, so after we were done we walked a bit more of the Boardwalk, trailed by our sneaky friends.

At one of the side areas where people took pictures with the Rig in the background we did a selfie or two and after looking over at Missy I decided to throw the girl a bone. "Excuse me, could you take a picture of my date and I?" I asked, holding my phone out.

Dean blinked but took it. "Um, sure. Ready?"

We posed with the rainbow of the shield between our heads, and as he took a couple follow-up pictures I twirled Taylor around like we had on the roof and kissed her, then smiled at her embarrassed but pleased blush. Turning to reclaim my phone, I shook Dean's hand. "Thanks, man. Want me to take pictures of you and your date?"

"That's—" "Of course!"

Ah, there's that killer instinct that made her a good cape.

The two of them posed as I took pictures, Dean somewhat woodenly. I kept a sharp eye on Missy's body language so when she reached up (even with the higher shoes she was a good half a foot shorter than Dean) and put her 'date' in a very unique headlock and dragged him down to transition it into a lip-lock I was ready, taking pictures with both Dean's and my phones. I had to give it a perfect 10 for execution, and she didn't seem to do too bad on the actual kiss itself. Dean even seemed to accept his fate after a moment or two, putting his hands on her waist and leaning into it.

The younger girl's smile when they finally separated wasn't just cat-that-got-the-canary, it was shark-scenting-blood. She even went so far as to take Dean's phone from me and start forwarding pictures before he could stop her.

We bid the happy couple adieu and left the Boardwalk. I waved down a cab to take us back to Taylor's house and we cuddled in the back. After we arrived, I walked her to the door and we kissed some more. Taylor eyed the empty driveway. "D'you want to come in for a bit?"

"If you'd like me to, Taylor."

Surprisingly, she wasn't blushing at all as she turned and unlocked the door and tugged me inside by a hand. Once on the other side she shut the door and pinned me against it as she locked it, looking into my eyes. "Greg, did you mean all the things you said earlier in the week?"

I blinked at her. "The part about your sexy legs?" I didn't wait for her reply, just picked her up by the waist and pulled her to me. "Wrap 'em around me."

She did, putting her legs around my waist and her arms over my shoulders. We kissed, little pecks at first, giving way to deeper, more lustful kisses as she used her tongue to battle mine. I finally got to touch those legs of hers as well, running my hands from her knees up her thighs as she hummed into my lips.

Pulling away for a moment but still cradling my face in her hands she managed to say 'upstairs, on the left' before attacking my lips again.

I had no problems with holding Taylor, but did have to tear myself away from her to be able to see where I was going. She showed the tenacity and unwillingness to back down that would be her highlight by refusing to stop doing something, so my neck quickly became a target and was soon a mass of nibbles and kisses as I hurried up the stairs. Her room had some bags on the floor with snipped off tags on them, but the bed was completely clear so I laid her down and loomed over her as we kissed. I had one hand under the blue fabric of her dress, my fingers caressing her soft thigh. "Hey, only as far as you're willing to go, okay?"

The thin, raven-haired girl beneath me looked a bit apprehensive, but also incredibly aroused. "You said you'd f-fuck me into a puddle until I couldn't wrap my—"

I slid down her body and replaced my hand with my lips and whispered the rest against her smooth skin. "Your sexy-ass legs around me, I know." I kissed up a little higher, inching past where the hem of her skirt had fallen. "And that's a promise, but it doesn't have to be now if you wanna go slower."

Taylor, apparently as unwilling to back down here as in cape life, grabbed her skirt and slowly pulled it up to expose sky-blue panties, blushing furiously. When I moved my head towards her other leg she spread them slightly and twitched her hips up closer to me.

God, she smelled amazing, just like Vicky had a week ago. I didn't want to argue with her about this, so I quickly slid both hands up and snagged the sides of her panties and pulled, sitting up long enough to get them off and quickly caressing her long, toned legs as I spread them again and got my face right where it needed to be.

Pressing little kisses all over the trimmed hair on her mound I sent out a pulse of chakra to make sure we wouldn't be interrupted. I would fucking destroy Sophia if she tried something stupid at this point. The only return was the same older guy from earlier, and he was halfway down the street and moving away. Good.

Returning to the important things, like the woman in front of me, I slithered my tongue between her lower lips and pulled a gasp from her as I did my best to drive her out of her mind.

Taylor had no problem letting me know she was feeling good as she moaned, grabbing at my hair and even curling a leg over my shoulders of her own accord as I worked a second finger into her.

I had done a bit of teasing at first, focusing on her clit with my tongue and backing off as her hips started to roll, but when I finally managed to slip a third finger inside her I stopped playing around and she came, hard, crying out until there was no air in her lungs and I reinforced my scalp with chakra so she didn't tear out any hair.

Giving her a second to catch her breath I redoubled my attentions on her sweet pussy and the arm she had propped herself on collapsed and she slapped both hands over her mouth as she howled.

With a last lick I started my way back up her body, pushing her dress as I went and finally pulling her into my lap as we both pulled the dress over her head and threw it into the shadows of the room. Taylor made an attempt to cover the slight swells of her breasts but I just lifted her a bit and nibbled at her nipples before bringing her back down to kiss her.

The slim girl in my arms righted her glasses on her nose and started picking at the buttons on my shirt. "You're still dressed, Greg."

"Help me with it then, Tay."

That was the exact wrong right thing to say to her, because despite not having the leverage as she sat on my hips and despite me being stronger she speed-stripped my shirt off and stiff-armed me in the chest and suddenly I was on my back with a raven-haired succubus about to destroy my belt because it was inconveniencing her by not popping open immediately.

Unbuckling my belt, my pants and underwear magically disappeared through whatever method my shirt had, and I regained some initiative and rolled us over, fanning Taylor's hair out above her on the pillow as I held us chest to chest. "Tay," I murmured against her lips, "if you want to stop just—"

Those lovely long legs hooked up over my hips and pulled. "Shut up."

I did, reaching down long enough to line myself up before taking her hand and lacing our fingers together. I kissed a knuckle and pushed in just a bit, barely parting her lips with the head of my cock.

Taylor's dark eyes were fixed on mine and she squeezed my hand tightly. "You're holding my hand, in the dark." There was a flash of white in the shadows of the room as she smiled. "Pervert." She flexed and pulled herself a bit further down my shaft, "Ooh, damn."

Chuckling, I kissed her and felt her laugh against my lips as well. I started a slow rock out and back in, claiming her a shallow thrust at a time. "I'm not the only pervert here~" I sing-songed.

Her free hand ruffled the short hair on the back of my head, but she didn't say anything more, instead choosing to swipe her tongue into my mouth to shut me up.

Finally, after a pleasurably torturous eternity I was fully inside her. I paused and flexed my cock, and Taylor wiggled her hips in response and tensed her legs around me. "Still wrapped around you…" she said.

I leaned back, pulled her left leg off me, and held it up, kissing her ankle and caressing her calf as I slipped just the tiniest bit deeper into her. Swiveling my hips I slid out and back in, then repeated it faster, and then faster still, and smiled at the intake of breath below me. "Don't get smart, I haven't even gotten started."

It took a bit of time, but soon enough Taylor and I were moving in sync, our hips rolling and our hands still interlaced. I let her leg down and returned to looming over her, leaning down to kiss her lips and down her neck. Taylor's free hand ran over my chest and back, feeling my muscles.

I kept my fancy chakra tricks to myself and instead just worked to find what angle worked best. I knew I had found it when the hand that had been fondling me suddenly grabbed on tight and she tipped her face away from me and moaned my name. I pounced on that weakness and sped up a bit and Taylor slid her hand under her pillow and pulled it up to cover her face as she put her previous volume to shame.

All I changed was kissing down her jaw to nibble at her earlobe. "You're beautiful, Tay," I murmured, trailing my lips down to roll my tongue over one hard nipple and suck it.

That was the trigger that set her off. Her heels dug into my back as she came, pulling herself deeper and crossing her ankles, locking me against her. I continued to rock the tiny bit I could as she almost screamed into the pillow, kissing my way back up to her face and worming my way into claiming her lips.

When she finally slumped back I released her hand and cradled her face between my palms. "Are you a puddle yet?"

Taylor smiled up at me, pulled me down to her and bit down on my lower lip as she tensed her thighs against me. "No."

I laughed—carefully, since she still had my lip—and sat back as soon as she released me, grabbing her waist and pulling her up into my lap. It took a little maneuvering to get her legs in a 'V' against my chest, but Taylor's eyes rolled in her head as I fucked her up and down my cock by arm strength alone, wrapping her own arms around my head and murmuring a steady stream of 'oh God, Greg, so good' in my ear when she wasn't kissing me.

This time when she started trembling and her comments became shaky I murmured back to her. "Let's cum together, Tay."

She claimed my lips as she came and I pulled her to me as I came as well, the two of us rocking together as she held my head so hard her glasses squished against me.

In the afterglow I laid us down and pillowed Taylor's head on my chest. She was breathing hard as I combed my fingers through her hair until she started violently and loomed over me, her night-colored hair blocking everything out. "Greg, you came inside me!"

I pulled her down to me and kissed her. "I'm sterile, Tay."

Between the hour and her hair it was dark enough I couldn't see anything, but I could feel her blinking those long-lashed eyes at me. "What." She sat up and flicked on a bedside lamp and frowned at me. "Can we dispense with the 'after-school job' stuff?"

I smiled up at her as she crossed her arms over her nipples and fought down a blush. "Sure."

"Okay, good." Her rocking back and forth had gotten me semi-hard again and her frown turned into a incredulous look as I poked her in the butt, but she continued on, "You're Void Cowboy."

"Yep."

"And you've hooked up with Glory Girl, 'cause I just started paying attention to PHO and even so everyone's talking about it." She looked at my face and apparently decided it was agreement. "So… you got Panacea to make you sterile so you wouldn't knock up her sister? She didn't just rot your dick off?"

My cock wilted a bit. "Christ, Taylor, thanks for the mental image. Anyway, I actually asked when I went to put the screws to Madison. I had asked both Dallons about what to do since she used my real name and demanded a meeting. Did you read any of her stuff?" Taylor made a face and nodded. "Yeah, she had written some junk about both of them and Vicky said—and this is pretty much a quote— 'frost her like a fucking cupcake and get blackmail pictures'. But I wasn't about to fuck around with pregnancy scares and babies at that point."

"You took pictures?!"

"With her consent, even. She's told me I can share any of the pictures out as long as her face is blurred. Madison is like a sex junkie, Tay. I slapped my dick over her eyes like those censor bars they use on TV and told her to apologize to the girls and she did by telling them she'd eat my cum out of them in penance."

There was a little hitch in her breathing and she reached behind her to grope at my cock. "Then you fucked her so she could barely walk straight the next day?"

"I did some serious fucking to her, came inside her so much her belly pooched out and wrote her PHO handle as 'Pregtagonist'."

Taylor shook her head at that and put a hand down on my chest as she slowly worked herself back on my cock. "Not a fan of that, but…" she slid back and hilted herself, then started bouncing just bare millimeters up and down. "She caught me yesterday right before the end of school and sort-of apologized. Said she couldn't just stop cold turkey because Emma'd freak out, but she's going to try and be less of a bitch."

"Well, I guess that's a step—"

"You're going to fuck her again."

"Well, may—"

"At school."

"Tay—"

"You're going to fuck her at school, during lunch, on the roof, while I take pictures and insult her." Taylor started rocking, reaching out and taking my hands, folding them together, and wrapping her own hands around them. "And maybe I'll make her e-eat me too as an apology."

I gave her a little extra thrust to throw her off balance and pulled her down to me so we were alone behind the curtain of her hair again. "Tay, we can if you want, but seriously, only do what you feel comfortable with."

She kissed me a little roughly and moved against me. "Cum for me again, Greg."

In the afterglow this time, Taylor seemed more relaxed and slipped off my chest to cuddle against my side. "I need to check the voicemail to see if my dad's staying over at his friend's tonight 'cause they were going out drinking."

I hummed and kissed her head. "'Kay."

"Don't wanna get up, though."

"You'll probably want to, you're gonna be sore as hell tomorrow and some movement might help a bit."

The dark-haired head on my chest groaned and bit my nipple until I yelped and peeled her head off. Taylor gingerly rose and walked to her door before looking back at me over her shoulder. "If he's not coming home, d'you want—are you staring at my butt?!"

"Yep!" I announced with a smile. "You have a tight little runner's bubble butt. I kinda wanna bite it."

"Gregory Veder don't you…" she threw open the door and got about three strides down the hall before I caught her and threw her over my shoulder, turned my head and gave a little nip.

With no hesitation she slapped me full on my own ass and I hopped down the hall. "Put me down so I can beat you!"

I did and backed her against the wall. Unfortunately Taylor was pretty much the same height as me so I couldn't loom intimidatingly. Instead she crossed her arms and scowled for all of ten seconds before stopping and rubbing her ass where I bit her. "I was going to ask if you wanted to spend the night, but I think I'm going to kick you out naked instead."

Scooping her up into a princess carry, I headed downstairs. "How about if the coast's clear we take a shower together, maybe fool around a bit if you're not feeling too tender, and if you still want to kick me out naked I'll let you take pictures of me to commemorate the occasion."

Taylor relaxed against me and giggled just a bit. "Actually, I'd prefer the unaltered 'assed chaps' picture, y'know, without the hat over the good parts."

That startled a laugh out of me. "Saw that post, did you?"

"Uh huh." She wormed a hand behind my back and spanked me again. "Now giddyup!"