“I think it’s in your nightstand,” I say. “Really?” she asks, clawing at my shirt. “Well, go…go look.” I’m about to reach for the handle to pull it open, but she stops me. “Wait, use this,” she says, holding the dildo out to me. “No.” “I’m serious,” she says, stopping me from opening the drawer. “You might need to bludgeon something to death, whatever it is.” “I’m not going to bludgeon whatever is inside. Jesus.” I lean forward, grip the drawer pull, and feel her tense behind me as her free hand claws at my shirt. When I pull the drawer open, whatever is inside dings one more time. Scottie
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Giggles 🤭
