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As we walk to the commissary, Ruth thumps her shoulder to mine. She beams at me with humor and fondness blushing her cheeks.
“What?” I ask.
“I think our friendship just got elevated to another level,” she states with a sweet smile.
“What kind of level?”
“The one where I’ve heard what you sound like with a penis in your mouth.”
“Oh, god.” I drop my face into my hands. “Between you and Niles, I’ll never live this one down.”
Niles pokes his head in between us. “It’s true. Even when you’re on your deathbed, I’ll whisper in your ear just before you pass and say, ‘Remember that time you had a pee pee in your mouth, and Ruth and I slowly bled out from our ears?’”
Ruth cracks up as I shove him. “I have no one to blame but myself.”
“That is true,” Niles says, not helping at all.
“Okay, but I’ll say this. I’m happy you and Dessin have such a strong connection and a good sex life. The only experiences I’ve had in the past have made me question if sex is only for the man.” Ruth gives me a once-over look. “But clearly that’s not the case with you two.”
That’s not the case at all. Sometimes I question if I want it more than he does. But then he does something like this in the community shower, and that thought flies out the window.
“Hey, so do you think I should compliment Dessin on his dick size? Or is that weird?” Niles asks genuinely.
“It’s weird,” Dessin calls before stepping foot into the commissary.
“He’s a fucking witch! An alien with exceptional hearing!” Niles gasps.
“No, you’re just really loud.” Ruth and I giggle.
Walking into the commissary is strange. It isn’t the normal noise levels, with conversations we can’t understand from table to table. Everyone is quiet, watching, standing.
I look to the assembly line waiting for food, and I blink as they shift out of our way, letting us move to the front of the line.
“What’s going on?” Warrose asks.
“I think it’s because of last night. The punishment Skylenna and I took for that woman,” Dessin responds as he inspects the food being handed to us.
“Teserëzex,” one of the cooks says to him.
“Teserëzex.” They hand the last plate to Marilynn, smiling and nodding at us.
“What were they saying?” Dessin asks Ruth as we stride to our table.
“Thank you,” Ruth translates in a whisper.
The large room comes back to life with conversation as we sit to eat our food. It appears to be brown mashed potatoes, a gray hard-boiled egg, and a slice of stale bread.
“Not bad,” Niles chimes, digging in.
Sitting in this cold, hard chair, I’m trying to keep my face expressionless. But these wounds from each grating lash I got last night are biting into my flesh with a red-hot agony I can’t ignore. The pain radiates down my spine, curling into my scalp, tightening the muscles in my shoulders.
“Baby?” Dessin stops eating to peek at my expression.
I sigh. He always knows. “It really hurts.”
He nods once. “When we get to the Regale Hour, let’s ask Helga Bee for more of that honey milk stuff that she gave to Marilynn.”
I blow out a pent-up breath, closing my eyes against the blazing sting.
