Page 11 of Pleasing Him

“It is. But I’ve had my anatomy since birth, and the crazy sometimes becomes normal, believe it or not. Take it from a man who’s in his fifth decade: life is unpredictable, and anything can happen.”

I shoot him a sideways smile while squeezing his large hand with my small one.

“I know because there’s been insanity in my life too. And I mean, total insanity of the unbelievable variety.”

Lionel shoots me a long look even as his fingers tighten on mine.

“Sweetheart, I know you think you’ve seen a lot in your short life. But there’s “insanity” as a figure of speech, and then there’s the stuff of real life, and it’s all too real in my case. Double-dicked mendoexist, and there’s a community of us here, in Minnesota.”

“I know,” I reply in a slow tone while never dropping his gaze. “But I’ve experienced craziness before, and not the figurative kind. The real kind.”

“Okay,” Lionel drawls, his voice just a tad bit disbelieving. “How so? What would you classify as crazy?”

I take a deep breath, my big bosom rising, as I prepare to let my stepfather in on my secret. After all, Lionel has been the one with the surprises so far, but now, it’s time for me to turn the tables. I shoot him a sideways smile.

“Well, do you believe in magic?”

“No,” he says in a flat tone.

My eyebrow raises in surprise.

“Really? Not with your anatomy?”

He cocks his head to the side, a lock of dark hair falling attractively over his forehead. Before I can stop myself, I reach forward to brush it off, the intimacy between us astonishing. But it feels right, and Lionel merely squeezes my hand again while nodding.

“I don’t think I believe in magic,” he growls. “What I believe in is science, and genetic mutations are part and parcel of the human species. Mutations happen inallspecies,” he corrects. “There are double-headed snakes, double-headed women, people with twelve fingers, and women who have two pussies. Anything is possible.”

I blink, startled.

“Wait, there are women with two pussies?”

Lionel grins, showing off even white teeth.

“There are. It’s a condition calleduterus didelphys, and there are definitely women with this medical condition. Evidently, it can be very handy because you can do the double-v with two men, and each guy gets their own pussy to enjoy.”

I blink.

“Oh my god, this is so insane. What the hell?”

Lionel winks at me, flashing another movie star smile.

“Yes, it’s insane, but it really exists, sweetheart. I’ve often thought that I should meet one of these women because I have two dicks. Now that would be a match made in heaven, wouldn’t it? A double-pussy woman for a double-dicked man.”

I can’t help but laugh because it sounds so far out, although maybe it’s not. Nonetheless, I giggle again, squeezing his hand. It feels so good to be here with my stepfather, sharing easy conversation and laughing about things together. But then I go serious, because I have incredible news to share.

“I know what you’re saying,” I burble. “But I want you to myself, so no double-pussy women for you. But back to our original topic: I believe in magic because it genuinely exists. Back when I lived in Manhattan, I encountered the real thing, and it was truly mind-blowing.”

Lionel looks at me, his blue eyes amused.

“You mean, the magic of living in the Big Apple? The rush of the crowds each day? The energy of urban life?”

“No, no,” I say quickly. “I mean magic as in witches, warlocks, and mythical beasts. Except they’re not mythical,” I add. “They’re real.”

Lionel smiles again, his expression forgiving.

“Really? LikeHarry Potter?”

I take a deep breath while shaking my head so that my brown curls sway.

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