Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950421-20161107022407/@comment-28027028-20180211230921

"That sounds both exciting and painful...." I reply, my voice trembling just a bit as I watch my wife smile even though she looks like a battered UFC fighter. "Next time....lizard breath.....You'll be nursing YOUR ribs...." Harley was making a strange combination of a growl and a laugh as she hobbled back over to my side. 'I'm no pup...' I mutter to myself, clearly not quietly enough as my battered wife leans over me and whispers, "You're my pup, puddin'...." she struggled to giggle, "How hard we talkin big guy? I just need five minutes....ribs dont take long to heal right?"

I rolled my eyes, "I'm probably gonna die here...."

She pecked my check, "No you won't puddin' I won't let you...." I detected menace in those words.

"Sooooo uhm....yeah what's next?" I asked a bit concerned at my safety.