are you a sinner or a saint?

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             “ i dunno wot i like more, your eyes or your lips...” her thumb brushes over the latter and a mischievous grin tug upon her own, “ though your eyes don’t make me cum.”

      “ mmm -- maybe baby, might ‘ave a better option yet.” she teases. they both know she’d drop anything or anyone for her junior, “ you gonna treat dear ole mummy then?”

      “ damian?” her nose wrinkles in distaste, “ you do know i’m caffolic right? ‘ow the bleedin’ ‘ell am i suppose to baptise me child wiv a name like ‘damian’? aint you seen the bloody omen?”  no, in frankie’s eyes damian is off the table. “ --- wot about, johnathan?”

      “ you wanna go ridin’?” it’s taking quite a bit of restraint for her not to squeal in delight, as she hardly ever has the opportunity to share this passion with her friends or family, save for kim, but her interest was beginning to wane. “ you really wanna go? you aint shittin’ me?”

      “ ...wot about noah?” frankie comments as she watches him move about the room, “ i also qui’e like delilah.” the biblical correlation was merely coincidence - in part anyway, she may have been to church recently.