Page 42 of Euphoria
Me: This has to be some type of bullying, guys. It’s not fair. And Cry?
Cry? I would never cry in his arms, well not now. I text them back.
Husband-Moralis: Yeah...You cried in my arms like a fucking child but I didn’t hate it.
Husband-Hanlon: You did cry! What happened? Why were you crying, little lamb? Who made you cry? Tell us all about it.
Me: ???? Now, you care about me?
Husband-Hanlon: ?? You have a fucking mouth through text message, huh? Okay… I’m buying things to punish you with.
Husband-Moralis: ?? What are you getting? Send me a screenshot because we need lamb-skin whips, rope(the good sturdy kind), handcuffs, the one that doesn’t hurt as much. Spreaders, the bars for her fucking ankles. Also, get that one that connects from behind. So we can tie her wrists and ankles.
Me: Guys…
Husband-Hanlon: Dildos? Yes or no? ??????????
Me: Guys…
Husband-Moralis: Uhh… Yes. You think we can get our dicks molded into dildos for her in time? ????
Husband-Hanlon: Don’t see why not and shut the fuck up, Bams. Go pack.
Me: Rude! ??Grrr!
Husband-Moralis: I’m bringing you food, so do as your husband says.
Me: Lebanese; No pita, please.
Husband-Hanlon: He knows! Husband-Moralis: I know!
Husband-Hanlon: Order extra! I’m on my way.??
Me: ??What!!!!!
Husband-Hanlon: Shut up! Husband-Moralis: Shut up!
I roll my eyes, refusing to respond to them again. They’re so damned rude but I smile because I get to see them both again. I miss them; I miss us. I smile because Bowie’s back and now I can cuddle the both of them.
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Bowie
After sitting down and eating at Bambi’s almost empty penthouse which both Phoenix and I got side-eyed the whole time, she ate her sandwich. We let her watch whatever the hell she was into now, Murder Mysteries, which honestly says a lot about who she is. Not too many people know how Bambi is but give her some alcohol and you’ll learn about that girl that flipped out on Phoenix when she thought he was going to die. I was shocked because I’ve never once seen her react that way sober but it was good to see. If it was under better circumstances, I would’ve broken my vow to not fuck her until the wedding. I want her ready for me. I’m wearing her down.
A notification from my phone gets my attention. I look at the text.
Cousin: Let’s go out, bitch. Ainslee wants to do something.
Cousin: I better not be saved as Cousin still, asshole.
Me: Yes, you’re still saved as, cousin. DEAL WITH IT, HANLON.
Me: Asshole, normal people ask. I could be jet lagged.
Cousin: And I could give a fuck, especially after still being saved as cousin. You haven’t introduced me to the woman that has you canceling the rest of your tour, bitch.
Me: You’ve met her before. Don’t be a dick.
