Shep pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry for what’s about to happen.” I ripped the paper off, letting it fall to the floor, and took in the canvas covered in countless glittering gemstones. It was one of those diamond art painting things. The image Lolli had created was a field of different gourds. But as I stared at it longer, my jaw dropped. Sutton clamped a hand over her mouth to try to hold in her laughter. “Penis pumpkins,” she choked out. My face was on fire. The canvas was covered in dick gourds of every size, shape, and color, but all distinctly phallic. Shep pinned Lolli with a
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