What's good for the goose...

...is good for the gander, or so the saying goes. I tsked. "Now, now, Etna...here in the human world, evil isn't rewarded...and I think you were a lot more naughty then me, so I shouldn't be punished either," I said. She sucked in her breath, gripping the handle of the shopping cart.

"Okay...okay, then punish me," she whispered, looking ready to jump me in the aisle. "I've been very bad and you know it. I NEED to be punished." ...god, I hoped no kids came along during this... Parents, cover your kids' eyes. That's not what you go to a grocery store for...or even a mall.

Perhaps I had gone too far back there...but I couldn't back down now. It was a matter of pride. "I think I already AM punishing you," I replied, pushing the cart along. Etna ran up behind me. "John, I know you're playing with me, but you're taking this too far...either take me somewhere private and fuck me crosseyed or I'll...I'll..." I put a finger over her lips. "When we get home," I said sternly.

Grinding her teeth, Etna finally nodded. "Okay...I'll hold you to that...because after what you did to me, bet or no bet, I'm going to lose it if I don't get off," she threatened. I had to wonder what "losing it" meant with her. If lifting a guy up by his junk wasn't "losing it", what WAS? I decided that it wouldn't be a good idea to find out.

So, an antsy Etna stood next to me in the line as we prepared to pay for our purchases. ...I say 'we' prepared to pay...but we all know I mean 'me'. Etna bounced on her feet. "This line is going too slow..." she whined. She was holding onto her own tail, probably to keep it from touching me. It did seem to be squirming...