Page 286 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

“So what happened in those three days?” I ask, curious.

“Hmm, let’s see. We evacuated Dresden, and I pretended to be a German soldier saving my dear wife. I do happen to have a flawless accent, so everyone believed it. After we left the city, I bought us a car, some clothes for you, and some food for the road. Then I started driving.”

I stare at him. “You bought things? With what money? You had none.”

He shrugs. “I am resourceful.”

I narrow my eyes at him, thinking what he might have done for that money.

“Well, the dress is nice. You have good taste,” I add reluctantly.

He gasps aloud. “Good Lord, Minnie! Was that a praise? Did you just praise me?”

“Easy now, don’t let it go to your head. You have a big enough ego as it is.”

“It’s certainly bigger now,” he counters with a wink.

“Are you… I hope you’re not using one of those inundations on me.”

He frowns. “Inun—what?”

“Don’t think I didn’t see your pants.” I point out in outrage. “You’re always thinking dirty thoughts, Mine. Why else would your…your…thing be up and an about?” I continue. “I was asleep until moments ago, so don’t tell me you were scheming something with me like this?”

“Up and about?” He blinks in confusion. “He’s not going anywhere, Minnie.”

“Don’t you Minnie me. I was asleep until moments ago, so what were you thinking of me that your thing would get up?”

His chest vibrates with mirth.

“Tell me, Mine. What sort of nefarious designs did you have on my person while I was asleep?”

He’s still chuckling. “Minnie darling, I thought you liked that particular type of nefariousness.”

Images of our night in the ice chamber flood my mind and I blush.

“W-well, y-yes,” I stammer. “When I’m awake and present. I will not have you cheat me out of one of those organisms, Mine.”

“Orgasms,” he corrects. “And innuendos, not inundation.”

“Orgasms, organisms, whatever. You will not cheat me out of them.”

“So let me get this straight,” he starts, turning to me with a serious expression on his face. “You are not actually upset that I might have nefarious designs on you, just that you might miss on an orgasm while asleep?”

“Of course. You promised to give them to me daily. It’s been three days that I was unconscious. So either you gave them to me while I was asleep, which I will take issue with because I did not feel anything and thus they do not count. Or…”

“Or?” He wiggles his brows.

“Or you owe me three days’ worth of orgasms.”

“Then I suppose I am indebted to you,” he adds playfully.

I huff. “Good that you know,” I mutter as I materialize a notebook and a pencil.

He frowns and leans forward to see what I’m scribbling. I give him a deadly glare. He watches intently as I write down the heading.

Debts

Underneath, I write the days he owes me.

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