<strong>Vern ~ with Evie</strong><br/><br/>Vern listened in the same way that a plant or snake listens, or possibly a camel listens as someone talks. Most of the words go by but never actually hit anything that makes a connection to intelligent life at all.  Cro-Magnon, Vern had been called. He liked the sound of it. Like Connan on horse steroids.<br/><br/>That's how he was feeling now with this little bitch sitting on his chest and rubbing soap in his fur. It tickled kinda. A sensation he didn't get much of but was starting to like a lot.<br/><br/>Vern responded to what he understood. It was Vern. Other people had to deal with it cause he was too damn big to take on in a fair fight.<br/><br/>"You should be scared ah me," He told her as he rolled his head back to rest on the edge of the tub.<br/><br/>"Cause I'm gonna beat you and fuck the hell out of you. Do what ever I want with you. Except sell you. You ain't gettin off that easy."<br/><br/>He felt her tiny hands working the soap in with the wash cloth.<br/><br/>"Yeah right there... lil to the left.. yeah. Rub harder."<br/><br/>His forehead wrinkled.  A sure sign he had a thought.  Suddenly he grabbed her hand like he'd snatch up a fly and brought her fingers close enough for him to see the nails.<br/><br/>Soapy. He blew off the bubbled and squinted.<br/><br/>"Stop bitin your fuckin nails. I want to feel some claws on my back when I fuck you. I want you fighting and clawing. You got that, lil bitch?"  Vern growled then put her hand back on his chest.<br/><br/>"Start practicing," He told her and closed his eyes hoping he'd get a decent chest scrub without using a steel bristled brush.<br/><br/>He had a ton of them in a large box on the other side of the tub because the bristles bent after a couple of strokes.  Cheap Chinese shit.<br/><br/>