Doesn't it always start that way? You think they're making nice, so you open the gates. And . . . BLAMMY! Before you know it, an army of sweat-glazed, muscular Greeks with ravishment on their minds are clambering out of --
Uh, wait. Hmm. (Kris, might my gift have a trapdoor somewhere? Should I, like, keep it near the bed just in case?)
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Well, it is all part of the delivery contract I have with Trojans, whose motto is no job is too big or too small.
I ordered extra large for you. Hope that was okay.
*sigh* The tshirt, hun. The tshirt.
You have such a dirty mind.
Hey, a girl can hope, can't she?
BTW, "extra large" suits me just fine. Now, about those Greeks...
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