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Porter winks at me and kicks his feet up on the bench across from my seat. I want to kick the arrogance right off his face with a snaggle foot…right after I lick his entire body and pee around him so everyone knows he’s mine.

Call me dramatic, but it pretty much feels like my life is over. Porter Smith, my very own personal heart-throb, cleaned up my poop-capades this morning. Can’t get much worse than that for a girl.

Marley McMann is made for me, our souls are entwined, it’s a shame our paths are going in two different directions.

As she walks out of the RV, she pats my shoulder in appreciation. And that, right there, that is the reason why I just made it seem like someone plucked a hair from my nut sac. To see that smile is worth all the ball hair plucking in the world.

“Thank you, Porter. This means a lot to me.”He shrugs and gets up from the dining table. “Hey, anything for my Marbles.”If ovaries could burst, mine just did. Right there on the spot. The combination of his rugged smile, that small dimple that peeks just past his beard, those almost black eyes smiling back at me, and his nickname for me all do me in. I want to lick the ground he walks on, and I would have no shame in doing so.

His laugh vibrates through my body, warming me from the inside out and practically driving my hips toward his leg so I can hump the hell out of him. Thankfully, I have some self-control.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks shyly.I clear my throat, trying to pry my eyes off her glistening lips. “How am I looking at you?”“Like you want to devour me.” Her voice is husky and with each word that’s spoken it’s like a shock of pleasure to my dick. I’m in so much fucking trouble.I pause for a moment and then answer honestly, “Because, maybe I do.

I walk toward the very back, to the very last car. I squat behind it and look up, trying to find a clear enough space to make my mark.Finally finding a spot next to the rear back tire, I shake my spray can and I write what’s on my mind so I can freeze this point in time of my life, to remember forever the feelings that are beating rapidly through me.My hand decorates the car with my soul and once I step back, I observe my true feelings, what I can’t speak but only write.I’m hers.