Middle Kipling grabbed a knife and I watched as he cut a huge chunk from the cake and pushed it onto a plate. My gaze slid from the plate to the bed where he’d gone to get it then back to his chest which was still coated in crumbs and finally to the hole punched in the middle of the Victoria sponge. "Wait," I said as he pushed the cake towards me and an insane thought occurred to me. "You didn't...I mean, this isn't...it’s not like you were...you know…with the cake...right?" "Would you prefer cake that he hadn't had his genitals in it?" Junior asked mildly and I yelped as I lurched out of my
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