Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27950421-20181006002644/@comment-36855838-20181007020853

I take off my clear-lensed glasses and shoot her a distasteful glare.

"Is that how you feel? Am I weak?"

Her ears droop as she realizes her mistake.

I'm beginning to tear up.

"I thought they made me look cool, but I guess my glasses jus' made me look like a piece o' shit pushover."

My head in my hands, I begin to sob.

I hear the driver-side door open, and then mine.

The familiar whirr of the seat motor, followed by me leaning back, soon she's laying on me, her knees at my hips, licking my face.

"It's okay, cry it out, your alpha's here for you."

She pulls me into a soft, warm, squishy hug.

I cry into her shoulder for a few minutes while she gently pats my back, and then strokes my hair.

I finally return the hug, and then she kisses my forehead.

"Look, I don't want you to think that you're any less of a man for wearing clear glasses, but I have to show off my tough-girl style as much as I can to stay on top, you know?"

"Why not get a pair of driving glasses?"

A chuckle.

"'Cause I never had this problem before, and that shit's expensive!"

"I'll chip in on the price, gotta have you at top performance!"

I slip into the driver's seat.

"But for now, let's get to work."