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“And plus I want to see you dressed up. Maybe a haircut?” My free hand rose to the shaggy mop atop my head. “I probably need more than just one of them cut.” “Oh, okay.” She was trying to keep a straight face to go with her sarcasm. “I’ll cut two of your hairs.”
It’s a powerful aphrodisiac, to have a man kiss you like you’re the hottest female in the world. In more than one world.
Are we just saying things now?” I think I was making as much sense to him as he was to me. Which is to say, nada. “Yes, of course we are. That’s how language works.” “No, I mean, saying random words to—Look, can we start over?”
Even if he didn’t love me in return, I needed to man up, to grow a pair, to—Why the hell are all these expressions so male-centric? I once had a boyfriend who would say just grab your dick and go! when he meant work up the guts.
“Jess,” he asked seriously, “are you fucking me just because I’m a monster?” It was alarming. It was ridiculous. So of course I burst into nervous laughter.
We were married last month. Honestly, I think Jess understood it wasn’t necessary to me; in my clan, just declaring ourselves Mated was good enough. And I think she feels the same way. But things were easier in Eastshore if we were officially—legally—married.
The only truly important thing I need to note here is that you need to be really careful if you’re going to use your hot tub jets for masturbation. Your lady bits are full of a delicate balance of lady bit bacteria, and shooting too much chlorine at them can seriously screw them up. Actually, shooting too much chlorine at anything can seriously screw it up. Hopefully I justified Jess’s activities by pointing out she’s in charge of her private hot tub’s chemical balance, and I like that she handles it herself. Maybe it’s salt water, I dunno. Point is, don’t take hot tub advice from a monster
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