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“We’re going on a shopping trip.”
And off they went, Benji hooking their arms together as they walked in step. Such an odd pair had likely seen the New York City streets in the past, but Benji had never seen it for himself. He was a bit proud, if he was honest with himself. “You have no idea, baby. A lady like you oughta’ be given the full treatment.” Whether or not he was being serious, he didn’t give any clues.
Whether or not Benji was serious didn’t even matter to Rita. The fact that he was even humoring him brought a smile to his face. He hooked his arm a little tighter around the other’s, giving it an eager squeeze. “Let’s hope that full treatment comes with a handjob!” He laughed and bumped their shoulders together as he walked. That, of course, was a joke.