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I point to his security camera in the corner of the roof. “If you so much touch a rib on his tubing and I find out, I’m going to request this footage, you got it?”

Milch’s face scrunches and his mouth parts. “Uh, whatever. Come back in the morning, around 8.”

I look at Chip, and he nods. “We’ll come back.” He outstretches his hand to Milch, who looks at Chip’s hand with disgust before using his gloved hand to reluctantly shake.

Then we head out, with our Spiderman blanket folded in my arms, our main guy in surgery.

“He’s gonna be okay,” Chip assures me as he opens my car door. Once we’re inside and clipped in, I shake my head and let out a sigh.

“He has to be. I love him.” I look at Chip across the center console, and the way the moonlight licks at his chiseled profile. “I love you too.” I know it’s only been a few days but the way he’s been there for us both in our time of need, I know this is love. There’s no way it’s just lust attached to an emotional moment borne from sharing an erotic kink. No way. It’s absolutely love and stuff.

Chip leans over and kisses me. “I love you too. It’s going to be okay.”

I sure hope. What’s a girl to do without her main V?

10

Chip

“What would take your mind off of it?” I ask, knowing how silly the question is. When one of the men you love is in emergency surgery, there’s not a single distraction that can truly distract.

Parked in front of her apartment, she stares out the windshield, trails of tears staining her cheeks. “I think maybe I’d like to try getting some sleep.”

She yawns, and so do I. “That sounds good. C’mon, let’s go get some rest and before we know it, it will be time to head back and check on Herb.”

Once we’ve locked the car and gotten inside, Leche flips the lights on, her eyes landing on the roll of plastic bags sitting out on her kitchen countertop. She points a wobbly finger at them. “Th-those a-are his l-l-liners,” she sobs, catching her face in her hands right as she erupts into complete hysterics.

I take her in my arms, guiding her to her room while angling her face away from my classic vintage Sonic the Hedgehog t-shirt. I mean, I thrifted it but it’s the original shirt from the 1991 game release - it’s pretty important to me.

We kick off our shoes and tuck into bed, securing a towel on the mattress between us so we don’t have to feel the wet spot from just an hour ago. Before it was a happy wet spot and now it’s just sad and soggy, reminding us of our missing guy.

“Tell me,” I start whispering, my lips pressed to her hairline in an intimate, total movie moment embrace. “Tell me about changing his liner.”

She pushes away from me, her nose wrinkled. “Huh? I couldn’t hear you, your lips were smashed against my forehead.”

“Tell me about Herb, that’s all I was saying. It might help you feel better while you fall asleep.”

She sinks into my arm crease again with a sigh. “Well, I just love how he’s so open, you know? He doesn’t limit himself to one thing. He’s not like other guys who are all,” she sits up a little, doing her best impression of a man. “I want to stick my penis inside your vagina and that’s it.” She shrinks down against me again. “Herb is multi surface, wet and dry, you know?”

I nod against her. “Yeah, I know.”

Then we grow quiet, both of us circling the same thought. Finally, she says it. “Can we make it together without him? I know we love each other but what if he’s crucial to our love?”

I sit up in bed, letting her fall off my body into the pillows. “I would love you no matter who else we were with, and I could be happy just the two of us. But don’t talk crazy, okay? We’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it. For now, it’s the three of us. We just need Herb to get better.”

She nods, so I lie back down with her, getting comfortable.

I fall asleep quickly, and she must too because the next time we’re awake is when her phone is ringing loudly from its charging dock the next morning. Leche leaps from bed, her bare feet skittering against the linoleum as she snatches the phone from the dock and answers.

“Hello?”

I wonder if it’s Milch.

“Yes, this is the woman who dropped off the 20V Wet/Dry 5430023.”

Oh, it’s Milch. I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes, snatching my shoes from the side of the bed. I tuck my feet into my boots and toss on my Blinde Elipse glasses, catching a glimpse of my reflection before I head out. These looked good on Neo inThe Matrix, but they look damn good on me.

“Okay… well, what does that mean?” She twirls the charging cord around her finger and she chews the inside of her lip. Her breasts are massive, hard nipples poking through the white gown she slept in. I told her to change, but she was so tired she just slept in it.

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