‘You know why they call me coffee?’
Diana replied with sarcasm in her delicate voice, ‘Please tell me before I explode in anticipation.’
The fellow moved his hips to his buddies approval, ‘Because only I’ve got that long slow grind baby.’
Without another word she grabbed his nuts and squeezed hard, he dropped his drink scrambling to remove her iron grip yet the more he struggled the tighter she squeezed.
Diana smirked, ‘You want to find out why they call me nutcracker … I’ll give you a clue, it has nothing to do with Tchaikovsky.’
‘Okay lady,’ rasped a young Don Juan, ‘I get it.’
Diana released his testicles, ‘Maybe they should call you decaf from now on?’ he staggered into to his howling friends. Victor displayed a confused expression asking why she’d done such a thing.
‘Dying did not remove my standards. So what about my offer?’



Necron: Beyond Einstein's Barrier