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“I’m sorry? What kind of so-called training is this?”
Ali giggles.
“Allegedly, the prince has his bodyguards training the girl’s cunt and ass. Stretching her out, so to say. Breaking her in, so that she’s ready.”
I gasp.
“But for what? And where did you say this prince was from?”
Ali shrugs, her brown curls bobbing.
“I have no idea and I have no idea if he even exists. But I want to find out,” she adds conspiratorially.
I squint at her.
“You do? But why would a prince do something like chaining up young women and letting his servants defile them? That sounds really messed up.”
She nods.
“It is messed-up and rumor is … well, I’m sure this is just a rumor, but it’s rumored that this prince has a deformity. A crazy one too.”
I squint at her.
“Okay, this is getting insane,” I say. “I mean, what is he, a troll?”
Ali’s eyes glint with excitement as she leans forward again.
“No, what I heard is that he has a double-pronged dick. He literally has two dicks down there, instead of one, and it’s a thing that runs in their family. You know how the Hapsburgs have a weak chin? Well, evidently in this particular royal family, the men are born with two dicks. Isn’t that insane? It’d feel so good, don’t you think, being taken front and back simultaneously by the same man?”
I stare at Ali, my jaw on the ground.
“I think you’ve been reading too much alien romance. Or monster romance. Or whatever this counts as.”
My friend merely giggles.
“Just saying. I’m going to find out,” she announces loftily. “I can’t leave a rumor like this floating around. I’m going to make my way to Club Z and find a way to get to know this prince.”
I shake my head.
“Be sure to take video,” I say in a low voice. “I wanted to see this double-cock that you’re referring to.”
Ali shrugs sassily.
“It might just be an urban legend, but hey, I’m just the woman to get to the truth.”
Suddenly, Harris appears at the door and Ali jumps up, brushing her hands on her jeans. “Okay, that’s it for me!” she announces before waving goodbye to us. “It’s been fun, Harmon. Next time, you let Aunty Ali win, okay?” With that, she’s out the door with a waggle of her fingers, leaving a trail of perfume in her wake.
“I smell something brewing,” my gorgeous boyfriend growls while pressing a kiss to his son’s head before coming over to take me in his arms. “Tell me that woman isn’t making potions.”
“No, she’s getting on her broomstick before flying away,” I say in a deadpan voice before bursting into laughter. “Of course Ali’s up to no good. You know how she is.”
Harris looks bemused.
“Anything I should know about?”
I merely giggle again while nuzzling his huge form.
“I think it’s better if you didn’t,” I say. “It’s too shocking.”
