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CHAPTER SIX

CHEETAH

W e’re out on the field, late in the game. We’re up by one run. Quincy is pitching one of the best games of his life. In fact, he’s been doing it all season. He might single-handedly carry our team to a World Series title this year.

He’s starting to get a little tired though. I’m not sure why the coaches are keeping him in the game. It’s the seventh inning, and he’s gassed. If I were the coach, I’d pull him now.

Sure enough, he walks the next two batters. There are two outs with two runners on base. Quincy throws a pitch and the batter crushes it. It’s a line drive to the left-center gap. If it drops, two runs will be scored.

Our left fielder was shading toward the foul line. He has no chance of catching this ball. I tuck my glove under my armpit and run as fast as I can. As the ball sinks toward the grass, I lay out, completely parallel to the ground. Just as the ball is about to land, I get my glove under it for a spectacular catch that I know will be on ESPN later. More importantly, it saved us two runs and ended the inning.

All the fans are standing and cheering for me. As I run in, Quincy practically tackles me with excitement. “You’re the fucking bomb, Cheetah. Thank you.”

I smile at him. “Anything for you, big guy.”

Just before I enter the dugout, my eyes find Kamryn’s while she’s jumping up and down with excitement. With a huge smile on her face, she blows me a kiss. I catch it and then slap it over my heart before she turns around and shows me my name on the back of her jersey.

She looks so sexy in the ridiculously small jersey I sent her. There’s something incredibly hot about seeing a beautiful woman wearing your number. I want to fuck her while she’s wearing it.

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman as much as I want her. Want isn’t the right word. It’s a deep attraction. It’s not just about sex. I need to spend more time with her. She’s an enigma. A puzzle I want to solve. A present I can’t wait to unwrap.

Inexplicably, the coaches leave Quincy in the game at the top of the eighth inning, where he promptly gives up a two-run home run. He yells and curses at himself as he’s removed from the game. It’s not his fault. Coach Steel should have pulled him. Quincy has about ninety to ninety-five pitches in him before he tires. He must be well over a hundred now.

We head toward the bottom of the inning with our team now down a run. I need to get on base. I represent the tying run.

I hit a single to lead off the bottom of the eighth. The next batter pops up but the batter after him walks. Layton then steps into the box and smacks a three-run bomb, securing our victory. He’s in the middle of his best hitting streak in years. I’m so happy for him. I guess there’s a little gas left in his tank after all.

We all head to Screwballs after the game to celebrate the big victory. Not only did Layton have the huge hit, but we’re about to clinch a spot in the postseason.

We’re all engaging in our usual banter and chit-chat. When Trey disappears, Gemma starts talking about his birthday. I crack a few jokes, but he’s lucky to have someone who cares enough about his birthday to want to celebrate it. My birthday is the day before Thanksgiving this year. I’m never home for it because I go home for Christmas and that’s about all I can take of my mother’s pressure, but my friends are often out of town because it’s our off-season. It tends to be a lonely time of year for me, though Layton is usually around and we do something fun together. Unfortunately, he won’t be around this year. He and Arizona are doing some sort of bathing suit campaign, and the photo shoot is overseas during that time. I’ll probably be alone for my birthday. It’s kind of depressing.

Though Gemma doesn’t usually talk about her writing in mixed company, she ends up discussing her books with Kamryn. Somehow, that morphs into Kamryn learning that I read Gemma’s books. She busts my balls about it for a bit. Nothing new.

I’m feeling a little down tonight. Perhaps it was the birthday talk. I think I should head home. It’s unusual for me to leave early, but I need to get away from Kamryn. Some guy sitting at the bar has been staring at her all night, and I saw her looking at him. She’s just going to fuck with me and then go home with someone else. I can’t bear to watch it again.

I start to stand but Gemma grabs my arm and quietly asks, “Where are you going?”

“I’m sick of her rejecting me. I’m going home. ”

She rolls her eyes in obvious annoyance. “Don’t you read my books?”

“I’ve read every word you’ve ever written. Multiple times. Sometimes clothed and sometimes naked.”

Gemma bites back her smile. “Then you should understand signals. She’s been staring at you all night. She wants you.”

I shake my head. “She doesn’t. I think I’ve been friend-zoned.”

“What do you want to bet that you end up having sex with her tonight?”

I wiggle my eyebrows. “What are you thinking?”

She twists her lips. “Hmm. If I’m right and you have sex with her tonight, you have to babysit Fletcher on a night of my choosing.”

“I’d do that anyway.”

She smacks my arm. “Shush. We’re making this interesting.”

“Fine. If I win, and she doesn’t sleep with me, you have to leave Trey for me.”

She lets out a laugh. “Umm, no. Never. But I’ll let you name my next male main character.”

My eyes widen. “Anything I want?”

She nods. “Anything.”

“C. Mike Rack?”

“No problem.”

“Ben Derhover?”

“Sure.”

“Buster Cherry?”

“If that’s really what you want.”

I smile as I hold out my hand. “This is a no-lose scenario for me. You’re on, DePaul.”

She shakes my hand in return with a sparkle in her green eyes. “Don’t ever doubt a romance author,” she whispers. “We’re like sex hound dogs.” She sniffs a few times. “We can smell it coming from a mile away. Pun intended.”

I chuckle before clearing my throat to get Kam’s attention. With nothing to lose, I ask, “Hey, Kam, what’s your story? Are you riding the pole or picking flowers in the lady garden tonight? I need to know where to spend my time.”

Her face lights up. I love how much she enjoys the ridiculous way I talk to her. It’s always like a heavyweight fight between us as to who can come up with more crazy shit. It’s a battle of euphemisms, and I’ve never met a woman with more in her arsenal than Kamryn Hart.

She slowly downs the rest of her beer before looking at me. “I’m not sure what I’m in the mood for. Maybe both. What do you have in mind? You can’t possibly want to lose another bet.”

I look around until I locate the cute blonde, Olivia, who I spent time with years ago. In fact, she came up to me when we walked in and asked me to hang out tonight. She’s definitely straight. I’ll win this wager. I motion toward her. “She’s cute.”

Kam couldn’t possibly look any less interested. “Are you seriously looking to make another wager? Your hair just grew back. What’s left? Tattoos?”

For her, I’d get a tattoo. Wait, did I just think that? Shit, and I berated Trey for piercing his dick for Gemma before they even had their first date.

I exhale a long breath. “One of these days I’ll win, and then I’m going to jam your clam so hard that you’ll never be able to look at a fishing pole without thinking of me. It’s worth the small sacrifices along the way.” I turn my head in the direction of Olivia. “Same rules?”

Kam taps her chin a few times before leaning back in the booth. “Meh. She doesn’t do it for me. ”

Ugh. I can’t even get her to bet me again. The one time I know winning is a sure thing.

She continues, “I think my lady garden isn’t feeling like a vegetarian tonight. She needs a little meat. Maybe some big Mexican salami. Know where I can find one?”

My eyes widen and I glance at a smirking Gemma. She’s a sex witch. She’s all-knowing. I’ll never doubt the sex master again.

I look back at Kam. “Are you fucking with me right now? Is this for real?”

She stands and leans over so I can see down her shirt. Licking her lips, she says, “Alright, guapo. Let’s see if you can handle me. You better be the tiger I’ve been hearing about for months.” She fucking winks at me. “Game on, motherfucker.”

Like a starving man who’s being given a chance at a juicy, Grade-A piece of steak, I stand on the cushion of the booth and leap all the way across the table. Everyone is laughing at my enthusiasm, but I don’t give a shit. Kamryn just said yes. To me.

I grab her arm. “I hope you’ve got vet insurance, Kam bam, ’cause I’m about to tear that pussy up. Let’s go, momma.”

At that, I physically throw her over my shoulder and sprint out the door of the bar.

She’s laughing the whole time.

I growl, “God, I love your laugh, but I think I’ll love your moan even more.”

“You’re that confident you can make me moan?”

“It’s a guarantee.”

Once we’re outside, she smacks my ass. “Put me down, you gorilla.”

I slowly slide her down the front of my body. I’m already rock hard, and she undoubtedly feels it, not that I care. Fuck, I want her so badly. I don’t know where to start.

I quickly scan the area. I know her apartment is close by, but if there’s a hotel closer, I’ll book it. Anything to be with this goddess as quickly as possible before she changes her mind.

She leans her body into mine and runs her fingers through my hair before grabbing two fistfuls in the back and tugging them hard. “We haven’t even kissed.” She playfully nibbles on my lower lip. “I can’t fuck you if you’re not a good kisser. House rules. You better kiss me so I can sample the goods. Now.”

I feel like I need to do something grand to impress her. I’ve played this out in my mind a thousand times, ultimately determining that Kam needs a man who likes to take over so she can simply enjoy herself. She’s always got the upper hand in relationships. She decides when and where, but once the decision is made, she needs someone who keeps her on her toes. Someone who gives her unimaginable pleasure. I’m guessing that she likes to give up a little bit of control when it comes to sex. And she toys with people. Maybe she needs to be toyed with a little to get off.

I wrap my arms around her body, lift her, and move us to the brick wall of the building where I place her down and cage her in. Grabbing her wrists, I pin them to the wall on either side of her hips.

Her eyes flutter as she licks her lips in anticipation. I bring my mouth less than an inch from hers. Our collective breath is comingled. Hers is a mixture of mint and the orange from the beer she was drinking.

She leans her mouth toward mine, but I pull back a drop and don’t connect them. Not yet. I slowly pepper soft kisses along her jawline and eventually down her neck and chest. Reaching the top of one of her breasts, I suck hard enough to leave a mark.

She lets out a moan and thrusts her hips forward to meet mine. Moving back to her lips, she moves her head forward, again assuming I’m going to kiss her, but I simply allow our now-ragged breaths to comingle again.

I repeat the same slow, tortuous path down her jawline, neck, and chest, this time leaving a mark on the top of her other breast. All I really want to do is rip her shirt open. It’s taking every ounce of restraint I have not to. I feel like I’m getting one chance to do this right and I need it to be everything.

She moans, “Cruz. Kiss me. Please.”

She never calls me Cruz. She’s feeling needy. I can’t help but smile as my lips move back up her body until they’re a hairsbreadth from hers.

Releasing her wrists, I grab the side of her face and run my thumb along her lower lip. “I’ve never been around a more incredible woman than you. It’s not just your obvious beauty.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “It’s your talent.” Kiss. “Your charm.” Kiss. “Your wit.” Kiss. “Your big heart.” Kiss.

A look of disbelief flashes over her face. I’m surprised. Kamryn is confident. It’s one of her most attractive qualities. She must know how perfect she is.

She whispers, “You don’t need lines anymore. I told you I’m in.”

I shake my head. “They’re not lines.” I softly kiss the center of her lips this time. “Que,” I kiss them again, “perfecto.”

My tongue traces a line on her lower lip, teasing her just a little longer before my lips finally meet hers. I keep it soft for the first few seconds before deepening it, dying to taste every inch of her.

My tongue prods her lips until it finally meets hers after all this time. I can feel us both physically give in to the sense of relief that feels so damn right. Her taste is intoxicating. Her body fits on mine.

Que. Perfecto.

KAMRYN

Fuck, he can kiss. He has no idea what teasing does for me, and yet he just managed to tease me enough to have me soaking my panties for a damn kiss. A kiss that is likely the best I’ve ever had.

He tastes so good as his soft-yet-demanding lips dominate me in every way possible. His lips and tongue move over mine like he’s truly savoring it. Like if we only kissed right now, he’d be okay with it.

It’s too intimate. I need to change course. Grabbing his ass hard, I pull him to me. I want a dirty kiss not an epic kiss, but the smooth fucker manages to keep it controlled and…and…perfect.

His tongue moves through my mouth with something more than lust. It’s need. It’s desire. It’s too fucking much. I’m not sure my heart has ever pounded so strongly from a simple kiss.

Fuck, I can’t do this.

I shove his chest and the kiss is broken. He tilts his head to the side and gives me a look of concern.

After taking a few labored breaths, I breathe, “You’re good. Now take me home and fuck me hard and dirty.” I stare at him, needing to make my intentions clear. “ Only hard and dirty.”

Ten minutes later, we’re crashing through my apartment door, tearing each other’s clothes off. We’re kissing, but it’s more frantic and animalistic now.

Yes. This is what I want.

I’m in my bra and panties by the time we reach my room. He’s in his boxer briefs and thank fucking god he’s packing heat. It would have spoiled the illusion and the weeks-long buildup for tonight if I didn’t see a giant bulge in his underwear. I felt it on my ass in the hotel but seeing it with my eyes is a whole other thing .

I grab for his cock and mumble into his mouth, “I need to suck your dick.”

He growls before pushing me down onto my bed. My body flows up and down with the ripples of the water.

He laughs. “Holy shit. You really do have a waterbed.”

“Fuck yes I do. Time to get your fishing rod all wet in these waters.” I smile. “Be careful; there are sharks in here.” I chomp down hard with my teeth a few times, making a clacking noise.

He glances down at his cock, looking like it’s going to poke a hole in his boxers. “I’ve got a lot of meat for the sharks. Hope they can handle it.”

I motion toward the severely tented boxer briefs. “I can see that. I might gag on your megalodon.”

He smirks. “Sweetheart, gagging on my dick during a blow job is the official signal of love.”

“How so?”

“You’re choosing me over oxygen.”

I giggle. God, I love how much he makes me laugh.

He flicks his tongue suggestively. “Time to go deep sea fishing.”

He reaches down and violently pulls my panties down my legs before tossing them aside. I did want to suck him off first, but I can go with this change in course.

He falls onto my bed with his head between my legs. The whole bed ripples again. I love this freakin’ bed.

Pinning my legs wide apart, he takes a long, slow lick through me, leaving no inch untouched before lifting his head and wiggling his eyebrows up and down. “Que deliciosa.”

I don’t speak Spanish, but I can figure that one out.

I’m feeling very happy about my recent pineapple intake. “Do I taste sweet like candy? Which brand? Maybe something fruity? Maybe chocolaty? Which is it?”

His blue eyes lift and meet mine. “You taste like pussy, and that happens to be my favorite flavor, being a cheetah and all.” He clacks his teeth like I did mine earlier .

He then drops his head and plunges his tongue into me. Fuck yes. I lift my hips a bit to allow him deeper access.

He knows what he’s doing in there, hitting every spot I need. His fingers gently brush over my clit every few seconds, teasing me, making me crave his touch all the more.

His whole demeanor is making my pussy leak. I’m so turned on by him.

Women are usually much better at this than men, but not this man. Cheetah knows the right buildup. I hate when men go right to the main event thinking you’ll come faster. It has the opposite effect. They should have classes for men on the importance of the slower buildup.

After minutes of teasing, he slowly works his tongue up to my clit. I look down at him. He’s got ecstasy written all over his face. I love that he enjoys it.

His tongue lightly grazes my clit several times. I’m writhing, desperate for more. I can’t take it slow anymore. Eventually, I grab his hair and push his face into me.

He chuckles before finally giving me what I need. God damn, it’s good. His tongue works at a perfect pace while his fingers now tease my entrance. It’s like this fucker is inside my brain, knowing how much I need the slower escalation.

His fingers gradually move deeper and deeper until I can’t take it anymore and I explode all over his face. I yell out and thrash throughout my entire orgasm.

He looks up with a face covered in me. “I like the way you come.”

“I like it when you make me come. Let’s do it again.”

He smiles as he stands. I immediately sit up and pull his boxer briefs down his legs. His cock springs free. It’s big, really big, but that’s not what’s catching my eye. It’s his balls that stand out. They’re enormous. I’ve never seen balls this big.

“What the fuck am I looking at? Do your balls have their own passport? ”

He lets out a loud laugh. “Yep, having big balls isn’t just a figure of speech for me. I literally have big balls. Always have.”

I’m fascinated by this. “And you’re sure there’s nothing wrong or you’re not growing a small family inside there?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. I’ve had it checked many times, all with the same diagnosis. I just have big balls.”

I contemplate the logistics of what it must be like for him, and ask, “If you pass gas when you’re lying on your back, is it a scrotal eclipse of the fart?”

He starts laughing hysterically while grabbing his stomach. “Oh my god. That’s a good one. I’ve heard almost everything, but not that one. Want to know a secret about them?”

“Obviously.”

“They’re sensitive.”

“All balls are sensitive. They call a man a pussy if he’s soft, yet pussies can take a pounding. It’s a man’s dick and balls that can’t. When someone is soft or a wimp, they should call him a dick or balls, not a pussy.”

He twists his lips. “Hmm. That’s a bizarrely valid point.”

I nod. “I know, right?”

I love that we’re both naked, I came seconds ago, and we’re minutes from doing the dirty deed, yet our banter doesn’t stop. I don’t remember ever being this comfortable with someone.

He continues, “I don’t mean normal-balls sensitive. I mean turn me on like crazy sensitive.”

“You have a g-spot on your balls?”

He nods. “Something like that.”

I crook my finger, indicating he come to me. “Step into my office. I’ll need to do a full examination to determine the veracity of your statement.”

He bites his lip. “Hmm. I love it when you talk smart to me.”

“If that’s the case, then know that I’m about to titillate your gonads.”

He smiles as I drop down to my knees and immediately run my fingernails and then tongue across his balls. He shivers a bit before precum leaks from his tip. I breathe out, “Holy shit.”

I take his extremely thick shaft in my hand and give it a few long pumps as I continue to worship his balls with my lips, tongue, and free hand. He gathers my hair in his fist and starts letting loose a string of what I assume are Spanish expletives. It’s hot as hell. I took Latin in high school, not Spanish, though I suddenly want to know what he’s saying.

He constantly jerks when I give attention to his balls. They’re crazy sensitive. This is like a whole new world. I feel like Aladdin, eager to explore it with my magic carpet.

Before I can get into any kind of groove, he lifts me and throws me on the bed. I widen my eyes. “What are you doing? I want to suck your dick.”

“Too bad. I want to pound your pussy. Next time you can suck my dick.”

I lift an eyebrow. “You assume there will be a next time?”

He smirks. “There will be. Once you get a taste, you won’t be able to deny yourself.”

“I promise there won’t be any issue walking away from you. I don’t need you getting all clingy on me. I don’t do relationships, Cruz. Before you glaze my donut, I want to be super clear about that.”

“It’s a good thing that I don’t do relationships either. We’re a match made in heaven.” He runs his hand up my leg. “I’ve waited for this. It’s happening. There is zero chance I won’t be sending an email to your spam folder tonight. Voy a abrirte ese cono y golpearte hasta someterte.” I’m going to spread that pussy open and pound you into submission.

What the fuck did he just say? Even though I have no idea, it’s so damn hot that my eyelids involuntarily flutter. I think my pussy does too.

His dimples make an appearance as he moves to lie on top of me. I push his chest hard so he falls back on the bed, and his body ripples with the motion of the water. Climbing on top of him, I say, “I only come when I’m on top, kitten.”

He smiles as he rubs his hands together. “Sounds like a challenge, Kam bam.”

I roll my eyes. “Every guy says that, and none have ever come through for me. I’m on top first. It’s my home field tonight. My rules.”

He bites back a smile and nods as he settles in on his back, looking like a kid about to enter a candy store. I quickly reach over to the drawer in my night table and open it. Reaching inside, I feel around for the big box on the far right, the magnums, for tonight.

He lifts his head and looks in the drawer. “I love that you have three boxes organized by size.”

I nod as I tear the condom open and roll it onto him. “Little known fact. There are actually four sizes of condoms, but if we get to this point and the smalls are needed, I bail.”

“Has that actually ever happened?”

I nod. “Twice.”

“Poor guys.”

I shrug. “Not having sex with me is the least of their problems.”

He reaches around and smacks my ass. “Glad I can make a dent in the big boy box. Now get on me and give yourself the first of what I promise will be many orgasms.” He winks. “Though I suppose technically it will be your second orgasm of the night.”

“You’re very sure of yourself for a man who is proudly nicknamed after the fastest animal on the planet.”

He simply smiles. I do love his smile. It’s big and expressive, with his sexy dimples and blue eyes that promise craziness.

I settle my knees on either side of him before grabbing the base. He places his hand over mine. “I like to do it together.”

Damn. Why is that so hot?

Together, we move his tip to my entrance, and I begin to sink down onto him. Fuck, it’s been a while since I’ve had a non-silicone big boy inside me.

He moves his hand, grabs my hips, and helps me rock side to side until I manage to wiggle all the way down onto him. “Te sientes tan apretada y cálida. Como en el cielo.”

I bite my lip. “What did you just say?”

“That you feel so tight and warm. It’s like heaven.” He reaches up for my breasts and rubs my nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers.

I let out a moan and can feel my pussy constrict around him.

He sucks in a breath at the sensation. “Your nipples are sensitive. I love that. Qué jodidamente caliente.” So fucking hot.

My pussy constricts again at his words. “And…new kink unlocked.”

He pinches his eyebrows together in question.

“I won’t lie. The Spanish is hot. It’s doing things to me.”

The corners of his mouth raise in amusement. “Good to know. Mueve tu cono hacia arriba y hacia abajo sobre mi verga gorda.” Move your pussy up and down on my fat cock .

I don’t know what he said but his hands encourage my body to begin my movements. In no time, I’m alternating between bouncing up and down and rocking back and forth on him, taking what I need to get off. The waves of my bed only add to the movements and gratification. Have I mentioned that I love this fucking bed?

He lifts the top half of his body and says, “Voy a chupar tus lindas tetas rosadas.” I'm going to suck on your pretty pink tits.

He then buries his face in my chest and begins flicking his tongue over my nipples.

He’s got one hand cupping the breast of the nipple he’s lavishing with attention, and the other moves down to my clit to begin rubbing it.

It takes no time before I’m shattering into a million pieces, screaming out his name. Interestingly, I yell Cruz, not Cheetah or kitten. I wasn’t sure which way it would go, but in the moment, his real name was the only one finding my lips.

Before I fully regain my vision, I feel him flip us over. I assume he’ll position himself between my legs like every other man in America, but he doesn’t. He pulls my right leg over so that my legs are closed together on the left side of my body. My top half remains flat with my back on the bed, and my bottom half is twisted to the side. I’ve never had sex like this before, but it feels good.

“What is this move?”

He wiggles his eyebrows up and down. “It makes you that much tighter, and now I can see your ass, tits, and face all at once.”

He spanks me with one hand and wraps the other around my neck. “I can spank you and choke you at the same time.”

I croak out, “Holy. Shit. You’re a genius. A pioneer. An innovator.”

He nods. “I really am. Now hold on tight. You’re about to come again.”

I shrug in an unaffected manner. “Best of luck venturing into unchartered waters.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “Christopher Columbus said the same thing before he discovered America.”

I shake my head. “Fun fact, he didn’t actually discover America first. It was the explorer—”

Before I can finish, he slams into me and steals my breath. I manage to mumble, “Oh shit, that’s good.”

Over the next I don’t know how long, it could be ten minutes, it could be an hour, Cheetah fucks the living daylights out of me. His nickname isn’t Cheetah because he comes quickly. It’s Cheetah because he’s able to piston into me at an inhuman pace for an inhuman length of time.

My waterbed is bouncing and sloshing in a way that I’m confident is against the manufacturer’s warranty. We’re both being thrown around a bit by the motion of the water. It’s amazing. I feel my body opening up. I can’t believe it. I’m about to come while being on the bottom. This will be a first for me.

My body is metaphorically lifted and then physically lifted as the motion of the bed raises me a bit, like a wave cresting. At the exact same time the crest is about to fall over, Cheetah slams into me and…POP!

Holy. Shit.

My waterbed explodes. Water spurts up in the air like a geyser before beginning to flow out on the ground like the ocean coming into shore.

So. Much. Water.

Cheetah lets out a huge scream. He jumps off me and starts running around naked and waving his arms like a madman. All while still screaming like a little girl.

I can’t stop laughing. This is epic. His response is even more epic.

A few seconds later, he returns from my bathroom and starts throwing towels at the oozing water as if they’ll make a dent in the over-two-hundred gallons of water currently spilling from my bedroom.

He runs back and forth between my bathroom and bedroom, throwing towels. I simply sit there and watch with amusement. There’s nothing we can do to stop this, but he remains steadfast that the towels will get the job done.

Eventually, I nonchalantly walk out of my bedroom naked simply to continue to enjoy watching Cheetah act like a lunatic. My sister comes running out of her room. She gasps as she takes in the whole scene.

I straighten my shoulders and proudly announce, “He fucked me so hard that my waterbed burst. Damn, I was seconds away from another orgasm. Such a bummer.”

She grits out, “ That’s the bummer? That you didn’t have another orgasm? Not the flood happening in our apartment or the one below?”

I can’t help but giggle. We both stand there and watch Cheetah running around the apartment finding every towel in sight and throwing it at the Atlantic Ocean washing through our apartment. I half expect marine life to start tumbling through my bedroom door.

She looks at Cheetah closely and narrows her eyes. “Why are his balls absurdly large?”

Hmm. Maybe we can use them to plug the hole in my bed.