Ah, great... Leaning my head back, all I could see was brown. Two massive, brown-scaled asscheeks avalanched on top of a metal board partially submerged within the sand, twined by a black thong partly covered by a stubby tail. A few deep creases rolled inward along Olivia's towering backside as she leaned back to look me over, her head craned against her flabby shoulder with a confused sneer.
Guess I'd zoned out pretty damn far if she could sneak up on me.
"Miss Holmes gave me the week off." I stated simply.
"Bullshit. There's no way miss Holmes would give anybody the week off!"
"You honestly think I'd say that if it weren't true?"
Olivia paused, briefly looking away as she mulled over my words, but glared back down with a brightened flame. "Why the hell would she give you the week off, and not me? You're a human!"
"I dunno. Just luck of the draw, I guess." Truth be told, I'd amassed an army of comebacks over the years that I could've laid on her, but certain past experiences taught me to fight off the urge.
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