Jim’s Bump and Grind Routine
not a fan of hand-me-down underpants- That made him laugh.
- in bridal garb
- “DIY or die”
- produce a child if they could
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Jim’s bump and grind routine was becoming undignified. To Oksana he said, “I’m not a fan of hand-me-down underpants, as a rule, but for you I’d make an exception.” I caught the contralto warble of her voice but couldn’t tell what she was saying in reply. Then she gave a little shimmy in her seat. That made him laugh. “At this rate you’ll have me in bridal garb by sundown,” Jim chided in his Southern-fried cadences.
Oksana’s painted nails snagged the waistband of Jim’s leather pants. The stitching held as she drew him nearer, which I found moderately surprising given his infamous “DIY or die” mentality and feeble sewing skills.
“Leave us,” Oksana said clearly in a husky voice, and the ninja-yeti dutifully donned their costume heads and trooped out the passageway, trudging right past me.
One of them muttered to his companion, “I knew those two would try to produce a child if they could get a few minutes alone.”
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