"I left Grunter alone the rest of the day," Boxer continued, "but one other day I picked at him all day."
Rar's laughing slowed.
"That day, when he was by himself, I stayed straight. Then as soon as I heard him talking, I climb up his crack. The higher pitch the other voice had, the deeper I'd scoot."
Rar smiled.
"Every time before Grunter could drop his pants, I'd hurry and get myself straight. It was tough, but I even pulled the wrinkles out. Then I'd hold myself flat until he wasn't looking. We did that at least ten times."
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