Page 30 of The Homewrecker's Fate

“Oh my… Shit! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Sweetheart, everyone in this place has been giggling at your ‘pipe’ for the past fifteen minutes.” He couldn’t stop laughing.

“It’s not funny,” I moaned.

“Sexual repression never is,” he teased.

My stupid pipe looked like a slender dick with a bulbous head attached. Dammit. I would never live this down.

“I can’t wait to display that. I wonder what your mom would think of it?”

“Oh, no! You can’t show, Mom.”

“I think she’d love it.”

“You’re an ass!” I giggled as those words left my mouth and Latoya came to collect my creation. She eyed the pipe and then drifted her gaze over to Brax.

“Hopefully, this is not proportionate,” she muttered.

Braxton doubled over in laughter as my face turned red with heated embarrassment. “I’ve never seen it. This is our first date.”

“Well honey, you can’t do worse than whoever this is supposed to be.”

She wandered off with my penis pipe before I could correct her. “It’s a pipe!” I groaned.

“Well, they don’t call it ‘laying the pipe’ for nothing.” Brax came back far too quickly with his retort. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hold back my laughter.

“Paint night should be fun,” I muttered.

By the time we got everything cleaned up at our station, and finally headed out, my stomach started to rumble. Then it decided that there was no stopping the amount of noise it could make. By the time Brax pulled up to the cute little diner not far from the pottery studio, it sounded as though there was a wild animal trapped inside me trying desperately to get free.

“I guess we should have gone to an early dinner first,” Brax stated sheepishly.

“No, stop it. I had so much fun. I think we both lost track of time. I wouldn’t trade a minute of that time.”

“Not even for the biggest, juiciest burger and freshest fries you’ve ever put in your mouth?”

My stomach growled again on cue. “That wasn’t fair.” I fake pouted as he held the door for me. “This place is so adorable.”

“Yeah, I found it by accident when I came to make my first pot.”

“Incredible. It’s like walking back in time to another era. All that’s missing is the billowing cloud of cigarette smoke,” I joked.

“Thank fuck for that.” I turned to grin up at how adamant Brax was about that.

“Not a fan of smokers?”

He shook his head. “My father was a smoker my whole life. I can’t stand that smell. When I was a kid, going to school smelling like a stale ashtray was never fun.”

“Aww, did you get bullied?”

“I did.”

“What did you do?”

“I took it for the first year or two. Then I started to bag up my clothes in trash bags immediately after washing them and stashed them in the very back of my closet. It cut the smell back, so long as I could leave the house immediately after taking my shower, so the scent didn’t linger in my hair.” We were seated in a corner in a red faux-leather booth and given some red and white menus to look over. “And I had a growth spurt on my side, too. Once I shot up head and shoulders above the rest of the kids in my class, they stopped to think if I was a worthy target anymore.”

“Kids are such assholes.”

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