Mama
You are very lucky you aren’t in smacking range right now.
I roll my eyes at the whole exchange.
Papa
Nah, texting while fucking isn’t that hard. I do it all the time when?—
Pandora
Pretending to be interrupted doesn’t work with texts, Papa. Also, is this child abuse? I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to make me believe you’re all celibate monks who have never touched cock or cunt in your lives.
Daddy
Vanessa can’t be a monk.
Papa
Because she’s female?
Daddy
Because she’s had four children. They weren’t virgin births.
Mama
No comment.
Normally all of this bantering would amuse me. With how openly sexual they all were with each other, it doesn’t bother me to read about them like this, but I’m not in the mood right now.
Pandora
Anyway. Go have an orgy or something. I have things to do.
Thanks for being concerned, but I’m fine. Just busy.
Mama
Check in with us more, please? We love you and want to know you’re doing well.
Papa
Yeah. Also, you need more than four people for an orgy. This is an orgy-free household.
I crack a small smile, but it does nothing to alleviate the crushing sensation on my chest.
Maybe I do need to get laid. I shouldn’t have blown Asch and Blaze off.
Wait, Ishouldhave blown them. That’s part of the whole “getting laid” process. I consider texting and telling them I’m on my way for a booty call.
It’ll help, right?
Sex always helps.
My finger hovers over the group chat.
A shadow falls over me. I glance up to see Carly with another woman. Carly is holding a tray of food—probably also something vegetarian, because Carly cares about the plight of soft fuzzy things.
