Page 352 of Devil’s Disciples

She leaned to the side and peered beneath the table. Following a lengthy assessment, she looked up. “What are you doing with your dick?” she whispered.

“Trying to get it to settle down.”

“Is it out of control?”

“It’s getting that way.”

She put on a look of innocence. “Why?”

“Because it likes it when your hair’s up, that’s why.”

“It’s gets excited over that?”

I rolled my eyes. “It gets excited over weird shit.”

Wearing a smile of accomplishment, she nodded toward the incident in question. “Is it getting any better?”

“It is now that we’re talking,” I said. “Just keep talking.”

“It doesn’t like talking?”

“My dick?” I chuckled. “No, it hates talking. Talking bores it.”

She laughed a dry laugh. “But my hair up excites it?”

“Apparently.”

She reached for her bun, unraveled it, and then shook her hair down over her shoulders. “Better?”

It began to recede. I conjured up an image of a coast to coast trip in her Volkswagen. The reaction was instantaneous.

I reached for my coffee. “It’s headed in the right direction.”

“That’s good, I guess.”

A few seconds later, I’d succeeded. I rested my forearms against the table and wrung my hands together. “There. All better.”

She scrunched her nose. “Dicks are weird.”

They were. She should try having one. I laughed. “Tell me about it.”

Lawson reached over her shoulder and handed her a glass of milk. “Here you go. Food will be just a bit.”

She flashed him a smile. “Thank you.”

When he was gone, she sipped her milk. “Do you control it, or does it control you?”

“I’ve never really thought about it,” I responded. “I don’t know.”

“Well, look at it this way. When it gets excited, do you react? Or does it react when you get excited.”

I’d never given it much thought. After she’d mentioned it, I found it amusing. I made decisions based on what my cock was doing. When it got hard, I reacted. There was no two ways about it, my dick led me in the direction it wanted me to go.

“I think it’s always dick first, me second,” I admitted.

“So, if I wouldn’t have let my hair down, you would have been forced to react?”

“What do you mean?”