Page 100 of Solanum

Chapter Thirteen

"Yo, Beast. Why you standing there like a pussy-drawn fool?" Sali dropped down into the kitchen chair when she emerged from the basement, a water bottle in her hand.

"Shut up, dickbag. I'm fine."

"Then why are you standing there staring at the floor? Some interesting ant carrying a naked lesbian around or something?"

"No. Asshole." I laughed at her and shoved away from the counter.

"Lick me, lesbo." She flipped me off, her eyes shimmering with amusement.

"I'll lick your wife, bitch. She'll never seek you out again." I cracked up when Sali punched me in the hip on the way by.

"Fuck off my wife, kinkster. I know your games." She scowled at me. "Where's your wife?"

"Asleep with yours in the living room. We were watching a movie."

"Aww." Sali smirked and glanced toward the closed door that separated us from them. "They turned out to be good friends."

"They did, yeah."

"What's eating you? Seriously."

"Same shit." I glanced to the door then back to her.

"Ah. Eagle ears just in case." She nodded toward the cellar when she hopped up.

I followed her down the stairs into her giant basement split in two by the stairs. On the right, a vast home gym with all the necessary equipment filled the space. The left side remained mainly vacant save for a few storage bins in the far corner.

"You could have a roller rink down here, shit," I said, turning around in a circle to check out the entire thing.

"Full length of the house," she said, gesturing toward the gym area. "You can use it whenever."

"Damn. Even mats and martial arts shit. Who's the black belt?"

"Both of us, but Maggie is much more so in multiple forms. We spar a lot." She pointed to the mat at our feet. "Then I fuck her a lot after so it's kind of like walking on our mattress."

I laughed and shook my head. "You could turn this place into a soundproof dungeon for all your kinks."

"My kinks are marginal." Sali smirked, pointing to the vacant part of the basement. "But go ahead and build one up for yours."

"Hmm." I propped my hands on my hips. "Maybe I can set something up for when we're here."

"Good." She hopped up to sit on a stack of totes, then motioned to the trunk in front of her. "Cop a squat, oh pensive one."

"Hmm." I sat, resting my ankle on my knee while sizing her up. "If we worked together, I would push you into a pit of snakes. No idea how Nora managed you while chasing down Perkins."

"Truth." She pointed at me. "What's got your boxers up your twat?"

"Can I ask you something personal?" I began, smirking at the ridiculous shit she said anyway.

"Shoot." She nodded and gripped the edge of the trunk between her knees.

I leaned my elbows on my knees as I fought to find the right way to ask.

"Are you having a stroke or something?" Sali leaned down just like me. "What's the question here, man?"

I couldn't help laughing at her. "You're something, Sal. Seriously."

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