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“Oh, Blanche.”

“Yup, Tav’s Ol Lady. We know,” she smirks at me. “Wanna come join the girls while the kids are occupied?”

I follow her to the table where Ana, Chewy and Remy are sitting.

“Are those dildos?” I ask, pointing at the thing that looks very much like a dildo.

“Yup. Chewy’s order of mini silicone penises for Ana and Nat’s joint baby shower somehow got mixed up and she ended up with life-sized dildos,” Remy shrugs.

“Wait, first off, why would you even need penises for a baby shower?”

Chewy looks at me as if I’m simple, “Because the baby could be a boy.”

“OK. What if it’s a girl?”

“Well, that’s where I had an issue. It’s very hard to find silicone vagina party favors. I was thinking maybe boobs will do,” Chewy replies.

“Chewy, I love you like a sister, but my baby shower is not having fake tits in the goody bags.”

“Without the boobs, the penises don’t make sense,” Chewy says, her brow furrowed.

“Yeah, because that’s what doesn’t make sense,” Ana snorts.

“You had other questions?” Chewy says, turning toward me but not actually looking at me.

“So many,” I say, not sure where to start.

Chewy gives me a funny look before brightening, “Actually, it’s a good thing the girl gang is assembled. I need help with the dildos. With the men in church, we have about an hour.”

Nat nods for a moment before her brows furrow slightly. “Speaking of church, why are you out here with us and not in there? I thought you’d be all up in there, what with the shit that’s going down,” she gestures toward Chewy.

“Meh. Rhodie will tell me what they got up to. And no doubt Wire and the Computas will be given a task and I’ll find out then,” Chewy answers, holding up an average sized penis. The balls resting in her palm as she wiggles her hand around, making the whole dildo jiggle, the mushroom head whirling hypnotically.

“Why would you be in church? Isn’t it for the patched members? The brothers?” Everything I’ve seen or read says it’s a no woman zone.

“If it was for patched members, Tav wouldn’t be in there,” Chewy points out, her eyes on the knob in her hand.

She has a point there.

“Anyway, we don’t have much time. I need you lot to help me come up with a plan for these dicks. Marx wants them out of the clubhouse but the company won’t take them back, so I have 100 dildos that need to be repurposed,”

“100!? Holy shit, that’s a lot of dildos,” bursts out of me. Clearly, the other women knew this because no one seems overly bothered by this news at all.

“Yup,” Chewy says, popping the ‘P’. “Do you think that weird religious cult you were in might want some?”

“Wait, you were in a religious cult?” Nat asks.

“Pretty much. Eden’s Keep started out as a small flock. Then it got larger and the main council got greedier and needed more and more wives. My father, the so called Prophet, has 13 wives,”

“Ew,” someone says under their breath.

“Well, I’m glad you made it out, and with your babies, too,” Remy says, smiling at me. My god, she is the nicest woman in the world.

“Yup, I’m glad you’re out too, but again, do you think this place, Eden’s Keep, might want some dildos? Get those ladies breaking free of their repressed backgrounds and all that?”

“Yes Chewy, everyone knows the best way for people to break free from the shackles of a religious cult is to do it with an anatomically correct, average sized penis.” Ana says with a snort.

“Really?”

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