[He can't breathe and in fact he thinks he's going to squeal (very masculine-like) somewhere along the line but he's laughing too much and too hard to care. He's careful not too flail around too much, he doesn't want to deck the gal, and his hands come up to cover his face again until he can hold himself together long enough to] Done! Done. But really what I'm hoping for is t'have you on my lap.
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