Ernest would lift his middle finger from where he was face-down on the couch, barely shifting his head so one eye would peek out from beneath the cushion. ❝SUCK DICK. Lucien, I wanted a dog before you decided to make MY HOUSE you stupid clubhouse. And it’s HYPOTHETICAL, jackass. I don’t have a stupid fucking dog, OBVIOUSLY, so why are you getting your thong in a knot?❞ GREAT, this was about what STUPID LUCIEN wants now.Just fantastic. ❝You can go somewhere else, you know. You don’t have to jack yourself off at MY place.❞
