She wasn't surprised when he grabbed her, to her own chagrin. "Maybe I don't want to shut up," she fussed. Tig squirmed feebly in what she hoped seemed like displeasure or reluctance to him. If he tightened his grip on her as a result would it be all that bad?
He tugged on her dress and to her dismay, it gave way with even less resistance than she was exhibiting. She frowned. "You owe me a new dress." Tig was growing increasingly restless trying to appear aloof and disinterested while simultaneously suppressing contrary urges. "Get off," she grunted, intensifying her movement against him to make it a little more convincing.
He tugged on her dress and to her dismay, it gave way with even less resistance than she was exhibiting. She frowned. "You owe me a new dress." Tig was growing increasingly restless trying to appear aloof and disinterested while simultaneously suppressing contrary urges. "Get off," she grunted, intensifying her movement against him to make it a little more convincing.
