Road Trip
Road Trip
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Road Trip
By Ceefax
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"Who wants creme eggs?"
Owen's hand was promptly stuck between the front seats. Ianto dropped the chocolate into his palm.
"What about me?" Jack asked, indignantly.
"You're driving."
"I can drive with one hand."
"But we'd rather you didn't."
"I'm entirely sticky, now," Owen complained.
Ianto dropped a packet of baby wipes into his lap.
"And thirsty," he added, wiping himself clean.
A can of pepsi followed the baby wipes.
Owen shot a speculative look backwards. "And I'm a bit short of cash. And I could do with a blow job. ...Jack, I was joking, why are you pulling over?"
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