“At least it’s a big dildo,” I mused. Jayela snorted. “A fitting tribute to Kong.” “Kong?” She tilted her head quizzically. “You don’t like that?” She glanced at my lap, then back up at my face with a wicked grin. “Ted? Rhino? Pointy?” I shoved her in the shoulder as she dissolved into laughter. “Shut up. Quit trying to name my junk.”
