Page 133 of Merry Christmas, You Filthy Animal
“You need people in your life who will help you no matter the ups and downs you’re going through.” He takes my hand in his. “You can count on me to be that person.”
“Yeah? Are you saying that only because of what I did with my thumb on your balls?” I ask, lightening the mood.
He chuckles. “Clearly. You opened a new world for me. Consider me your number one fan.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Max
Narrator: Look at Max maturing before our eyes. Didn’t know if he’d be able to set aside his hate for Dwight, and yet all it took was a great set of breasts and a little thumb-to-the-balls action to get him to sing a different tune—and boy, did he sing a different tune last night.
I think feral dogs heard him howl from miles away.
Since Betty isn’t leaving town will she stay with him through the week? Or is she going back to the cottage with Buzz? I bet I know what Max wants, but we will have to wait and see.
“This is your story, but I wouldn’t hate it if it snowed some more or if the power stayed off. The air mattress escapade was a nice touch.”
Narrator: Always with the compliments. Keep this up, and I might grow you a few more inches if you know what I mean.
“If you make me any larger, I’m going to fuck her pussy and her throat at the same time.”
Narrator: Exaggerate much?
“I mean, I knew I was packing, but my dick was huge last night.”
Narrator: Are you complaining?
“Fuck no. Just worried about our heroine is all. Can she take it?”
Narrator: Trust me, she’ll be fine. You just worry about yourself and keeping up your stamina. You’ll need it.
“Aye, aye, captain.”
“Are you sure you want to come?” I ask Betty as she puts on her boots.
“Positive.”
“You won’t be too cold?”
She finishes tying her boot and stands straight. She walks up to me and places her hand on my chest. “You need to stop worrying about me.”
“Impossible. You shivering on your couch will forever be branded on my brain. There will always be worry.”
“You’re sweet.” She lifts up onto her toes and attempts to kiss me but doesn’t reach. “Ugh, you’re so tall. Help a girl out.” She then steps up on a box that’s next to the back door and becomes more level with me, giving me a kiss on the lips. “There, that’s better. But yes, I’m coming. I want to see the reindeer.”
“Okay. But follow in my footsteps, because it’s deep.”
“That I think I can do.”
Decked out in snow gear, we head out the back of my house, and I start the path for us, reaching behind me to hold her hand. It’s a bit of a walk through a lot of snow, and when I step into it, I realize just how deep it is.
“Shit, I don’t know if this is a good idea.” I glance behind her. “It’s really deep.”
“Let me see,” she says as she steps into the snow, and it goes up over her knee. She looks up at me, little flecks of snow falling on her cheeks, making her look far too beautiful. “Seems fine.”
I shake my head, laughing. “It’s not fine. Here, I’ll give you a piggyback ride over there.”
“Oh my God, Atlas, not necessary.”
