Danny X Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

Danny didn't forget the main point and said brightly, "Charlotte, you still haven't answered my question!" "Hmm, he's not old. He's like your uncle." Danny immediately scrambled off my lap, turned around, and started running towards the door, one of his little slippers flying off. "What are you doing?" "I suddenly need to pee!" "There's a bathroom here…" "No, Charlotte, I... I… I…" I picked him up, thinking he was just shy, and said, "Can't you take off your pants by yourself yet?" "No!" "Then go ahead. If you need help, just call me."

I know I agreed to do this once a week, but there's no way I'd willingly subject myself to this torture. Trixie begins applying the warm wax, and its scent permeates the room. I brace myself, anticipating the inevitable. Danny observes with an unyielding gaze. In an instant, the strip is yanked off, and I release a piercing scream. "Motherfucker!" I shout. She quickly pats the area to dull the pain. Danny stifles a laugh, masking it with a fake cough. I shoot him a glare. "I'm glad you find this amusing." Taking a bite of the apple in his hand, he responds bluntly, "I sure do. You deserve to suffer."