Page 23 of A Cock and Bull Story
“Nope,” Theo supplies. “Like you, we accept everyone in the group for who and what they are. Elise and Sian came to us as a couple and remain that way.”
Huh.
Interesting.
I guess as long as they only have vanilla sex once in a boring blue moon, it’s cool—who knows what the rules are for them. I’m glad that it’s a little more cut and dry for me. . .
Sort of.
I feel like every time I get one question answered, another pops up. I blame our society for sexualizing everything. I’m actually just looking for a scapegoat sinceIsexualize everything.
“Well, I promise that I wasn’t going to stick my tongue in Professor Yardley’s hot-box. Those days are over for me.”
“That’s a shame,” Elise bemoans with a sly wink.
Um. . .
Was that a ‘come join Sian and I in muffdiving later’ wink?
I clear my throat, trying not to envision the three of us entwined, my mouth on someone’s pussy and someone’s on mine, while Theo jerks off watching.
“So, about the murder,” I divert.
I need to turn my attention a.s.a.p. before I relapse again.
And again.
“Jude and the others will try to learn as much as they can, but there’s really nothing we can do about it. We’re in danger simply because we know,” Theo explains, and I shiver at his words.
I haven’t even thought about it like that—how far will this murderer go to keep his killings hidden?
A dead woman’s tongue can’t wag—or lick vag.
Look at me rhyming in my panic.
“B-b-but the guy doesn’t know I saw him, right?”
Theo gives me his patent shrug.
“I think if he caught a whiff of you, he would have turned around. I’m surprised he didn’t. Tertiaries have fantastic senses—he must have been in a hurry.”
“Yeah,” I mutter. “Escaping the scene of his crime.”
“Well, if he goes back to “check on things”, he might catch our scent, then. We try to remain as innocuous as possible. We’re the lowest men—and women—on the totem pole.”
Just because we are sex addicts?!
Ugh.
How fucking ridiculous is that crap?
A damn murder is higher on the societal totem pole.
Society has its priorities more out of whack than that Hermione Granger.
Ding.
Theo’s phone pings an incoming message.
