Page 40 of Total Lunar Eclipse
“You’re still trying to figure out what a Taco Bell is?! I told you,don’t.” She sighs unhappily then, “How did we soul bond?”
Fuck if I know, I think.
She laughs again, and I adore the carefree sound.
“I think it happened when we were. . .” I trail off.
Making lovesounds corny, butfuckingsounds crass.
“When we werefucking making love?” she supplies, and I grin.
“Yeah, it must have happenedthen. I think. . . I think it’s because you accepted me completely. You have my heart.”
“You mean that figuratively, right?”
I roll my eyes.
“Of course,ya wee flute.” I tease.
“Did you just call me a little dick?!” She asks incredulously. “I’ll have you know that I have a monster dick!”
“What?” I asked confused. “No,flutemeans idiot in Irish slang. Likeeejit. How the feck did you confuse that with knob? And lass, I think I would have noticed if you had a cock.”
My accent thickens with my frustration.
I need Mars or another ‘with the times’ brother to help me translate.
“Uh, like a skin flute, duh. And when I manifest a dick, it’ll be a monster,” she responds primly.
Now I’m just terrified. . . do I even want clarification?
Saturn would tell me no, but Death makes a person curious. You always wonder what comes after. . .
“Why are you manifesting yourself a cock?” I finally ask in a strangled voice.
“For ninja pegging.”
Again, I’m left in a state of utter bafflement.
This time, I don’t ask for an explanation, but simply look into thoughts.
And immediately regret it.
She has Lina bent over a very specifically labeled barrel and is. . .fucking her.
In the ass.
And, I forgot to add, she’s dressed like a ninja.
Is this something American women do to one another for fun?
I hate Lina. . . but there’s definitely something erotic about the fantasy.
Until Mars replaces Lina.
It takes a lot to frighten the man who rules sickness, pain, and suffering, but damn if I don’t scream like a bairn whenI’msuddenly in the picture and getting fucked in the ass. It might be just her imagination, but damn if the lass isn’t mental.
She laughs hysterically while I glare at her.
