[ That's where he's wrong. She now wants to complain about the lack of a hand on her ass.
Wanda sprawls against the corner of the couch with one foot curved precariously on the edge while she digs the other into the cushions. There's nothing at all ladylike about how she's positioned on the couch, but she doubts he particularly cares. She doesn't. If she was to move about, she's sure he'd grow even more exasperated and stop touching her. She peers down at him and eyes him suspiciously. There's nothing innocent about what he's doing. ]
It hurts.
[ She tilts her chin up as she declares it, peering down her nose at him. ]
A lot. I may never walk again if you don't take care of it.
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Wanda sprawls against the corner of the couch with one foot curved precariously on the edge while she digs the other into the cushions. There's nothing at all ladylike about how she's positioned on the couch, but she doubts he particularly cares. She doesn't. If she was to move about, she's sure he'd grow even more exasperated and stop touching her. She peers down at him and eyes him suspiciously. There's nothing innocent about what he's doing. ]
It hurts.
[ She tilts her chin up as she declares it, peering down her nose at him. ]
A lot. I may never walk again if you don't take care of it.