I can't believe I was dating a jailbird. "Hey, baby." "My boo" leaned forward dressed in the tan outfit supplied by the jail. The outfit was stretched to capacity over his large muscles. His hands were folded before him, cuffed. "I was thinking..."

"I hope you didn't hurt yourself in the process-

"We should get married, so I can get conjugal visits. Baby, I'm tired of beaten my meat to just naked pics of you."

"Oh... is that why your arms are looking even more toned these days," was all I could say. I was high key tired of my vibrator. I sighed. "Nick, I think we should break up." Nick went so still I thought he stopped breathing. How in the hell was this going to continue to work?

After a moment, a smile spread across his face. "That's alright. I completely understand, Muffins."

"Uh thank you for understanding, I guess."

"No prob. You take care of yourself."

"I will."