DICK & PU$

Seated on the grey leather sofa in the living room of their ranch-style, one-story house, Dick sipped gin and puffed on a cigar, while Pus sat opposite from him, reading a book while dressed in green denim short and a yellow halter top. The question of whether Pus was pleased with his sexual performance has been on his mind for weeks. So, he lights up the cigar, inhale and slowly releases the smoke out into the air.

“Hey babe, I was just thinking, are you satisfied with my performance in the bedroom?” He asked.

She thought to herself, oh Lord, not this question again.

She placed the book on her lap, glances up at him, and says. “Yes, I am.”

“Um, what do you like about the dick?” He asked.

“Everything.” She said.

Slightly irritated with her response, he asked, “What does that mean?”

“That means I have no complaints.” She replied.

“Are you sure?” He asked

Getting somewhat annoyed, she responded, “I said, I was. So, you can stop asking.”

He repeated his previous question, asking, “Would you let me know if something wasn't right?”

Listen, you're the only dick I've ever had,” she says calmly.

Feeling uncertain, he asked again. “So, you’re content?”

She responded, “Ask me this question in a couple of weeks.”

I know I must appear confident, but at the moment I’m confused with her response. Yes, I have asked this question in the past, but I really need to know.

Trying not to look confused, he said, “Why, in a couple of weeks?”

With a sigh, she takes up her book and says, “I'll be able to give you a better answer, after I sample a few different dicks.”

LOL…