Conda glanced up when he noticed movement on the top steps. He saw Goose's girl walking slowly down the stairs. She didn't appear to be hurt or anything so he returned to his game. He started to frown when she walked around him several times. Her body and words were not in sync. She was shaking, most likely with fear, while she was trying to use her words to seduce him. Conda was many things but stupid was not one of them. He had been Rattler's second in command and had been the one to find Rattler after Goose was done with him the last time. He vowed then and there to never cross Goose. He had a pretty good idea that doing what this slip of a girl was suggesting would get him on Goose's bad side. The rest of the gang had been gone an hour and he had no idea when they would be back. Against his will, his cock began to harden. The long shaft started growing down his shorts leg. If she kept this up, she would find out why his nickname was Anaconda. His eyes bugged out when she hugged him and his twelve inch cock finally stopped growing.<br/><br/>"Girl, you be crazy if you tryin' ta get me ta go 'gainst Goose," he said as he gulped. "I donna wanna find out iff'n ma fist fits up ma asshole like Rattler found out. Whatcha tryin' to run from anyway?"