He asked if she remembered their late night dinners.
“Which ones?”
“Which ones? The really…good ones.” His voice dropped an octave when he 発言しました “good.”
“Stop it, あなた know what that voice does to me!”
He smiled. Yes, he knew only too well.
“What voice?” He managed to keep a very innocent tone.
“You are so full of shit. And I bet あなた are smiling your 尻, お尻 off right now.”
He laughed. Damn! That woman knew him so well.
“You are one evil man, Michael Jackson. And everyone thinks あなた are so innocent and sweet.”
“I AM sweet!”
“No, Mike. あなた just taste sweet.” Now her voice...
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