Chute Yeah
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He also lost control of his bladder.
I lost control of my ability to keep my cock from growing hard whenever Waylynn Jennings was around.
An hour later, we were finished answering the police officers’ questions, and I was finally able to deposit the money that I’d come into the bank specifically to do.
“That was fun,” Waylynn said as she walked out at my side. “Now, about why I was here today.”
I frowned at her.
“You’re not affected by what just happened at all?” I questioned.
She shrugged.
“My dad is an ex-Army Ranger. He was on the police force for about two years before he decided bullfighting was what he wanted to do with his life. But, he taught me everything he knows. I’ve been learning how to pie corners and clear a house since I was old enough to hold a Nerf gun. Trust me when I say, this shit doesn’t affect me like it would most girls.”
Every time she opened her mouth, she surprised me.
“What are you doing here, anyway?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes.
“The rodeo’s in town,” she snorted. “Duh.”
I looked at her with a question in my eyes.
“You’re wondering why I’m with my dad and not working, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Got it in one,” I confirmed.
She sighed and kicked a rock that was on the sidewalk.
“I had to.”
I didn’t bother asking her why.
Instead, when we got to my truck, I leaned against the cab, crossed my legs, and waited for her to start explaining.
She sighed.