"Not since that funeral for her wife. What's up?"
"I wonder what a slimmer chick like her with a huge one would look next to that chick you got. I mean, she's bigger than you if I remember, right?"
"Yeah," Miss K wistfully replied. "Damn competition."
"Ah well," Tracy said as she opened the door to the club. "I need some rest, and preferably a hot tub in the morning. My poor cunny has been tore up. Got the number for the cab?"
"Alright, I'll call a cab for you," Miss K said as she pulled out her cell phone, then stuck out her tongue. "Chicken."
"And proud of it."
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